A New Song
-by: the Yarnspinner-
the_yarnspinner@yahoo.com
A Sekkushiaru Roman
featuring characters from the anime "Sailor Moon"> Chapter 2 - Challenges <
Serena climbed the steps to the Hickawa Temple. She was not looking forward to having to face Rei. Although Darien had insisted that there really wasn't anything between him and Rei, and their own love was so strong that it seemed almost to be fate, Serena hated the thought of hurting her friend.
As usual, Serena was the last one to show up. Ami and Lita were sitting on the wooden steps in front of the shrine itself, while Rei was sweeping the yard.
"Hi, Serena," Ami called.
Rei turned with a start, and Serena caught a brief grimace on her face as Rei's eyes bored into her like cold steel. It lasted only the briefest moment and, apparently embarrassed at having given away a part of herself, Rei quickly softened her expression. Serena immediately wondered if Rei somehow knew. 'Is it written on my forehead or something?'
"Hi, Serena," Rei said quietly. "Last one here, as always."
"I wouldn't want to disappoint your expectations, Rei," Serena replied.
Rei noticed that Serena's eyes didn't quite meet her own. Or was it her eyes that didn't meet Serena's?
"You two alright?" Lita asked.
"Sure. I'm fine," Serena said, laughing it off. "Why wouldn't I be?"
"I, ah, just had a bad day at school," Rei told Lita and Ami. "But I'm ready to get down to business."
"Good, because we have a lot to discuss," Luna said, as Serena sat down. Rei, as usual, remained standing. "The Negaverse has been quiet since their attack last Friday, but Central thinks they're now preparing for something big."
"I bet they're trying to figure out a way to steal those two nijizuishou from Tuxedo Kamen," Lita said.
"Right, Lita," the cat said. "Central Control had the same idea. We're going to need to be alert, because an attack on Tuxedo Kamen will be much harder to spot than their usual attacks, especially since we don't know who he is."
"But at least the Negaverse doesn't know who he is either," said Ami.
"We don't know that for certain," Luna pointed out. "And the Negaverse won't hesitate to threaten innocents to try to draw him out."
Serena again considered the possibility that Darien might be Tuxedo Kamen, but knew she couldn't tell the others. She didn't have real proof, and she would have to provide some explanation for her theory. If Darien's life absolutely was at risk, she might have to tell them, but until then, she had to protect her secret.
"Rei, have you been able to pick up any indications?" Ami asked.
Rei started slightly. "Ah, no. I'm afraid not," she said. After her experience looking in on Darien, the last thing Rei wanted to do was more psychic snooping.
"We'll need to know right away if you do spot anything," Luna said.
"Right," Rei replied.
Luna then had them transform and sent them into the grounds for a training exercise. In this game of "Sailor tag" Serena surprised them all by winning.
"Now, if you'd only try that hard all the time," Luna said.
"Thanks a lot, Luna!" Serena retorted. "Guess a compliment will never be heard from your mouth!" Reverting to normal, Serena marched off and down the street.
"That girl," Luna muttered.
"She has a point, Luna. I think you could do with a slight attitude adjustment," Lita told the cat. "She does a great job, and what does she hear from you? Any word of praise? No. Just more harping on past failures."
"Lita's right, Luna," Rei said, drawing surprised looks from the others. "Maybe Serena is lazy and a crybaby a lot of the time, but this time she really did well, and your last comment was a cheap shot."
Even the look on Ami's faced showed that Luna couldn't expect any support from her.
"Maybe you're right," Luna said quietly, heading off after Serena, trying to put together a decent apology.- - - - - - - - - -
Darien met Andrew after classes, and accompanied him to the game center. As they walked in, Darien's eyes were immediately drawn to two long streams of golden blond hair. Serena, with Lita, was playing, or really attacking, the Sailor V game.
"Oooh, that Luna," Serena grumbled. "Sometimes I think nothing I do will ever make her happy."
Darien took a deep breath, knowing he couldn't avoid Serena now. "Hey, meatball head. Your cat giving you grief?"
He saw Serena's shoulders tense, before she turned to look at him. There was a flash in her eyes, which was quickly masked by the scowl on her face.
"Oh, Darien," she grumbled, struggling to bury the joy she felt at seeing him. "You just make my day complete." She meant the words, but not in the way she said them.
Darien caught both her meaning and the tone of her voice, impressed at her performance. "So now you're going to take it out on the video game?"
"Not that it's really any of your concern," Serena snapped. 'Oh, God. If he comes any closer, I'm totally going to lose it,' she thought, trying desperately not to get caught in those stormcloud eyes.
"Cats and video games. I can see you definitely have major troubles," Darien chuckled, knowing that he needed to hide behind a wall of sarcasm, or he was going to take her in his arms right there in front of everyone. "I'll see you later, Andrew. I've got to be running."
"That's the best news I've heard all day, Mr. Minus-zero," Serena said.
"Bye, Darien," Andrew said as Darien turned and walked out.
Darien's heart was pounding as he walked away. If Serena had been even slightly less convincing in her performance, he knew he never could have held up his end of it. Maybe it would get easier with practice, but somehow he doubted it.- - - - - - - - - -
Serena was just drifting off to sleep when the warm golden glow enveloped her subconscious. Every instinct insisted this was Darien's warmth surrounding her.
The dream began with Serena as the princess on the log, and Darien as the prince walking along the river bank. Just as she dismissively waved off his words of caution, she lost her balance and tumbled into the river. In a smooth motion, he dove in after her.
Their kiss when they were both back up on the shore seemed more passionate than ever, while their soft, teasing banter became a sort of foreplay.
As they lay down naked on his discarded cape and his manhood slid up into her, the glow grew ever more intense. Their surroundings slowly faded from view, until there remained nothing but the two lovers. Gasping and crying as they shared their beautiful intimacy, they again had no sense of time. They soared to incredible heights of pleasure, knowing that they were now one, not just in a physical sense, but as true soul-mates. They climaxed together, both feeling his seed spilling deep inside her. Slowly, they relaxed, still enveloped by the intense glow.
"Find the crystal, my prince, and we can be together, always," she whispered.- - - - - - - - - -
Darien bolted awake, both body and soul mourning the loss of such beautiful intimacy.
This time it seemed more certain to him that in this dream, he and Serena were playing out the parts of the prince and princess. The glow seemed to be coming from him, but because it only appeared in dreams or meditations which pictured him and Serena together, he felt sure it came from their love.
Suddenly, a thought occurred to him: was Serena experiencing these dreams as well? If she really was the princess, maybe this new dream was meant to help them both discover the truth, just as his previous dream was to show him his mission to recover the ginzuishou.
As he lay in bed, staring at the ceiling, he became increasingly certain that he was being drawn to Serena, just as he had been drawn into action as Tuxedo Kamen, and as he had been drawn into the quest for the ginzuishou. The way he had seen her, or at least the princess, in his dreams before ever meeting her seemed to indicate Serena was part of his quest. His heart told him she was his reason for being.- - - - - - - - - -
Wednesday afternoon was cold and rainy as Serena prepared to leave the school. A loud clap of thunder greeted her outside the door. She just barely stifled a cry of fright, but felt fear welling up in the pit of her stomach. Remembering her plan for the afternoon, she pulled her raincoat tighter and hurried along the street.
She soon reached Darien's building, visibly shaking in near terror as the storm grew worse. Finding a man and woman coming out, she politely declined their offer to hold the door for her, pretending she was only taking cover under the overhang. It took every bit of self-control she could muster not to run screaming inside when the sky lit up with a massive lightning bolt, followed immediately by a deafening thunderclap that seemed to shake the building. Finally, the couple made it to their car and drove away, allowing Serena to make her way inside. Tears of fright were streaming down her face as she entered the thankfully empty elevator and pressed the button for Darien's floor. While the elevator was going up, she lowered her raincoat's hood, and wiped her face. Another crash of thunder burst overhead, leaving her clinging to the elevator's handrail, crying openly, her heart pounding. Finally, the doors opened, and she stepped out into the hallway. She took a slow, deep breath, trying to slow her heartbeat, which was still pounding loudly. At the same time, she made another effort at wiping away her tears. She approached Darien's door with nowhere near the sense of boldness she had imagined when planning this. Still trembling as thunder continued to crash loudly outside, Serena pressed the button for his doorbell. In moments, she heard the lock being pulled and the door opened. Her fears faded a little as she looked into his bright eyes, and the overjoyed, if surprised, smile on his face. Without a word, he grasped her hand and drew her inside, closing and locking the door behind her.
"Serena," he sighed happily, savoring the sound of her name.
His eyes swept over her. The look on her face made it clear she had been crying, and she looked badly frightened. That made his heart feel like it was clamped in fingers of ice. As he reached down to help her unfasten her raincoat, another blast of thunder rattled the entire building. A soft cry came from her trembling lips and she pressed herself tightly against him. As he held her in his arms, he could feel her rapid, shallow breathing, her racing heart, and the shivering of her whole body. 'She's absolutely terrified,' he realized. He held her quietly for a moment, then slipped her raincoat off. Bending down, he kissed her cheeks softly, tasting the salt of her tears which were flowing freely.
"Are you scared of thunder?" he asked, the answer already obvious to him.
"Uh-hunh," she whimpered.
"Well, don't worry," he told her, hugging her tightly. "You're safe here with me. Nothing's going to hurt you now."
He kissed her lips. Slowly but surely, passion began to build within her as she responded to him. For over a minute, they stood there, clinging to each other, trying to block out the world around them with the power of their love. When they finally separated, she slipped off her shoes and followed him into the apartment. The blinds were already drawn, while outside the noise of the storm could still be heard.
As she looked around, recalling the happy memories of the previous Sunday, she burst into tears. This was not the way she had planned this afternoon. He sat down on the couch, immediately drawing her into his lap and kissing her.
"What's wrong?" he asked, caressing her softly and lovingly.
"I wanted this to be different," she sobbed. "I wanted to surprise you, then have a romantic afternoon, just the two of us. But now it's ruined."
"It's not ruined, Serena," he told her. "In fact it can be a romantic experience for one person to lovingly calm the fears of the one he loves, and it is definitely romantic for lovers to take comfort from a storm in more, shall we say, pleasurable exercises." With that, he slid a hand along her thigh, underneath her skirt.
"You really mean it?" she asked, a tentative smile forming on her face.
"Of course I do," he assured her. "When do you have to be home?"
"Six."
He glanced at the clock. "Then we have about two hours to just be lovers, and to make each other forget about the storm. Do you think we can manage that?"
"I suppose so," she answered, her smile growing a bit more confident.
Darien reached up with both hands and softly wiped the tears from her face.
"That's better," he said softly, becoming aware of a soft golden warmth beginning to spread through him.
He then brought his hands down and took hold of her uniform top, beginning to lift it. Though still not completely at ease, she raised her arms, allowing him to slide the top off. She put her arms around his shoulders and snuggled closer to him. Another intense thunderclap crashed deafeningly, sounding like it was almost a direct hit on the building. Serena cried out in fear and tightened her embrace of him.
"Easy, Serena," he whispered in her ear, lightly kissing her cheek. "There's nothing to fear. It's just a lot of noise. And soon enough, we'll be making noises of our own."
He turned his attention to removing her skirt, shifting it down along her legs as she remained seated across his lap. As he got her skirt all the way off, and slipped off her socks, the next burst of thunder shook the air, not as close, but still loud enough to cause Serena to press herself to him tightly, whimpering in fright. Darien softly stroked the back of her head as he held her to him. He was glad she was here with him at this moment, hating the thought of her being out in this weather, or being somewhere alone. Kissing her very lightly and whispering words of comfort in her ear, he held her close, letting her feel his presence and hear his voice. In time, she would begin to calm down, he knew, and he could help her enjoy the sort of afternoon activities she had planned.
After simply holding her for a few moments, Darien ran his hands gently along her back. Coming to her bra, he unfastened it and drew the straps off her shoulders. He coaxed Serena into shifting position just enough that he was able to remove her bra completely. Brushing his fingertips over her nipple brought a soft moan from her. As he felt the warmth of her breath on his cheek, he turned and pressed his lips firmly to hers.
Meanwhile, his own arousal had grown noticeably, his hard, erect manhood strenuously protesting its confinement.
"Serena, could you help me out here?" he asked, sliding her hands down over his shirt.
She quickly grasped his meaning, pulling his shirt free from his pants and sliding it up. As she did so, he helped her pull it off. Next, he slid her off his lap and brought her hands to the waist of his pants. With a smile on her face, she unbuckled his belt, then opened his pants. As she pulled his pants down, his hardness faced only the much lighter restraint of his underpants. Having removed his pants and his socks, Serena playfully eased herself up over his legs, taking deliberate care to allow bare flesh to rub bare flesh. Her smile vanished as another thunderclap burst overhead. She cried out, pressing herself into him tightly.
Continuing to whisper soothingly, he stroked his hands along her back, then slid them up and began unfastening her hair, letting the long, soft strands fall loose across her body like a cape of spun gold.
Her breathing and pounding heartbeat slowed under Darien's gentle caress. She felt the warm glow growing within her as she clung to him, knowing that she was secure in his arms. Inside her, another source of warmth was also spreading, as her arousal increased and moistness began to spread down between her legs. She pressed her lips to his abdomen, feeling his muscles tremble slightly in surprise. Seeing his manhood bulging within his boxers, she began pulling his underpants down. He lifted himself up slightly to assist. Looking at him sitting there completely naked, she recalled how much she had enjoyed making love to him, and how much she wanted to take him inside her again. Another clap of thunder rolled over the city, but this time she only flinched slightly, most of her attention on the man she loved to the depths of her soul.
She spread his legs and moved up between his thighs. He gasped as she took his erection in her hand, firmly stroking it in her fingers. Remembering her dream, she took several strands of her hair and softly brushed them along his length. He struggled to hold himself in check.
The sensation was simply overwhelming for him. So focused was he on holding himself back that it took him several moments to realize that this was precisely what Serena, as the princess, had done in his dream. Before he could consider it any further, she leaned in and kissed his abdomen, caressing his flesh with her tongue. His muscles immediately tightened and he moaned with pleasure.
Serena took hold of his member again, pumping and caressing it firmly with her hand. As she did so, she kissed his abdomen once more, then slid up along his chest and began sucking one of his nipples.
"Oh, Serena," he sighed, running his hands along her back and through her hair.
Just then, she nipped him with her teeth, drawing a gasp from him. At the same moment, she stroked his manhood hard while cradling his testicles. He moaned her name as his body spasmed in climax, sending his semen running over her hand and splattering on her chest. As he relaxed from his climax, she kissed him full on the lips, completely oblivious to another burst of thunder outside. The warm glow shone brightly within both of them.
Darien held her tightly in his arms, responding to her kiss in full measure. The soft feel of her skin, the taste of her lips and tongue, the sweet scent of her hair, were all adding to his intense longing for her which his ejaculation had only made stronger.
As she took a breath, she looked deep into his eyes, finding herself swept away in a sea of love and desire. "Darien, I totally lose control when I'm with you," she whispered, pressing her lips hungrily to his.
"I know," he gasped. "I feel the same way."
They continued to kiss. His hands took hold of her panties and slid them down onto her thighs, his fingers pressing into the bare flesh of her thighs and bottom. She responded with a soft moan of raw passion from her throat.
Once again, Darien found himself completely overwhelmed by the power of the desire Serena stirred within him. A part of him wanted to just drive himself into her and make love to her over and over until they were both too exhausted to continue. But love continued to shout down desire in his internal conflict, insisting that it had to be about something more than just a surrender to animal passion. As usual, the conflict wasn't a clear cut victory. His love for her couldn't completely suppress his desire, but could at least direct it somewhat.
With a sudden movement, he shifted himself forward onto the edge of the couch, then stood up. Before she could fully react, he scooped her up in his arms, her panties falling to the floor, and carried her into his bedroom. As he lay her down across the bed, her legs spread over the side, she could see the passion blazing in his eyes, knowing an equal fire was burning in her own.
"Darien," she whispered, hungering for him.
He lowered himself over her, feeling her arms wrapping around his back, and pressed his lips repeatedly to her nipples. Sliding down over her chest and abdomen, he brushed his lips into her soft blond curls. Pleadingly, she cried his name over and over.
She was just on fire, so hot and so wet, that she couldn't stand it anymore. His warm, moist tongue stroked her nether lips, lapping up the honey that he was causing her to pour out. She pressed her hands tightly into his head, trying to bring him deeper into her there, needing him there. In response, he slid his tongue through her petals and began a slow caressing motion inside her. Suddenly, a flash of exquisite pleasure consumed her as his tongue stroked her hot, swollen jewel. As her body shook wildly, she cried out in rapture.
Darien slid his tongue deeper into her, reveling in Serena's taste as more of her honey flowed into his mouth. As he sucked slowly at her opening, he became aware of increasing desperation in her voice. He moved his lips and tongue back to her jewel, sucking the aroused nub hard and with passion. She screamed as her every muscle was seized by the power of orgasm, while he eagerly drank in as much of her honey as he could. As she struggled to regain her breath, he kissed his way up over her abdomen.
"Serena," he sighed. "I can't believe what you do to me."
She looked up at him, love and passion blazing in her eyes, and a wicked grin on her face. "And I'm going to keep on doing it," she replied. "Because you are everything to me."
Before she could say any more, he pressed his mouth to hers, kissing her hard.
Soon, they were sliding around and up on the bed. As Serena lay her head back on the pillow and ran her hands along his strong back, Darien moved over her once more. His lips pressed into her nipples, and she gasped as her desire grew still more powerful, her blood boiling. Quickly, his lips were on her own and, as his tongue probed into her mouth, she felt what she most wanted, his manhood spreading open her nether lips and penetrating into her. She wrapped her legs around his tightly as he slid deeper inside her womanhood, their now conjoined bodies falling into timeless rhythm as two became one.
Darien continued to kiss her, hearing the soft moans of delight from her throat. Their tongues caressed each other lovingly, separating only when it was absolutely necessary for them to gasp for breath. Every movement shifted his member within her warm, wet center. For him, this was absolute heaven, being joined to this girl he loved so much.
Their thrusting grew stronger. Her legs pushed up on him just as his own body moved, while her hands pressed into his back.
She gasped and sighed in pure ecstasy. Every movement of his penis was stroking her jewel, sending waves of raw pleasure sweeping through her. Their eyes met, conveying more love and joy than words could ever hope to express. Holding him more tightly, she rolled up with her hips as he thrust into her, heightening the sensation for both of them.
Again and again they thrust together, his throbbing penis deep within the loving, enveloping warmth of her womanhood. Their lips softly brushed together, tongues reaching for the other as they moved together. The passion within them was strong, made more so by their separation, both having hungered for this physical sharing.
Serena felt his strong movements above her as her fingers traced the muscles of his back and neck. Each thrust drove her to greater heights of sexual pleasure. As she held him tightly, she knew she never wanted it to stop.
Darien could feel himself approaching his own peak. The warm glow was now brighter than ever, its warmth both inside them and surrounding them, resonating equally from them both. It was the most incredible feeling he had ever known, their love enveloping them both just as her womanhood was enveloping his manhood.
As they thrust together once more, Serena could feel it as well, the glow coming from both of them as they joined together. The warmth, surrounding her and penetrating to the core of her being made her feel so incredibly comfortable and secure that she no longer cared about the storm outside. For the time being, the world was reduced to just herself and the man she loved. She pressed her lips to his as he again shifted inside her.
They clung tightly to each other, each softly gasping the other's name as their symphony of pleasure swelled magnificently toward its culmination. As one they climaxed, spasming sharply, his warm seed spilling deep inside her.
As they lay there, wonderfully spent and fulfilled, they made no attempt to move, his penis still deep within her, just enjoying their shared warmth. Finally, Darien kissed her cheek.
"Serena, I love you so much," he whispered in her ear. "Every moment with you is just magical."
"Pure magic," she agreed.
He gently slipped himself out of her, and rolled to the side. As he did so, he fully realized that he had again forgotten about protection, mentally cursing himself. Serena caressed his cheek.
"Don't be so hard on yourself," she said, as if she had read his mind. "We love each other. That's all that matters."
Before he could reply, she pressed her lips to his own.
Love and passion again took over completely, blotting out all such concerns. She was right, he knew. Their love was all that mattered, but love still demanded he be careful with her. They continued to kiss softly for several minutes, before dozing off in the warmth of their shared embrace.
Serena awoke first, happily enjoying his warmth next to her. 'I wish I could wake up to this every day,' she thought. Darien began to stir as she kissed his cheek.
As he sat up, he hastily glanced at the clock, noting with relief that they still had about an hour before he had to take her home.
"Stay right there, my sweet," he told her. "I have something for you."
He picked up a small cardboard box off the top of his dresser and presented it to her.
"What is it?" she asked.
"Open it."
Serena slipped the top off the box, finding it packed with tissue paper. Her curiosity growing, she spread the paper aside. Within, she found a small heart-shaped medallion made of pink quartz, and hung on a chain necklace. The medallion had two symbols cut into the quartz, the second of which appeared to be a crescent moon inside a circle.
"It's beautiful," she said softly. "What are the symbols?"
He took it from her and slipped it around her neck. "They're from the language of a lost civilization," he explained. "And the two symbols roughly form your name."
"Really? That's neat!" she exclaimed. "And you are so wonderful. Thank you." She turned herself and kissed him passionately.
"You're quite welcome," he said.
Together, they stood up and walked into the kitchen, where Serena immediately opened the jar where he kept his chocolate supply.
"Someone's an even bigger chocolate fiend than I am," he commented.
"Uhm-hmm," she sighed. With a chocolate in her own mouth she popped one into his.
An idea formed in his mind. "Open your mouth, please," he requested, as he held a chocolate in his hand.
"OK."
Slipping the chocolate onto his tongue, he then leaned down and pressed his lips to hers, gently delivering the chocolate into her mouth. She sighed happily, but he pulled away as he realized she was more interested in his tongue than the chocolate.
"I like that," she said.
"Your turn."
She placed a chocolate in her mouth as he crouched down to compensate for their difference in height. Her lips pressed to his, with her tongue slowly sliding the chocolate into his mouth. He softly caressed the underside of her tongue before taking its cargo. Just then, she cupped his scrotum in her hand and gently pressed upward. His body immediately stiffened and he gasped. Giggling, she stepped away from him.
"Why you, you. . . minx!" he sputtered, starting to move after her. "Oh, you're going to get it now."
Shrieking and giggling, she raced into the living room and behind the couch. As he pursued her, she moved to keep the couch between them.
"Can't catch me!" she declared.
"Want to bet?"
She cried out again as he leaped cleanly over the couch, catching her in his arms and pulling her to the floor with him, where he started tickling her mercilessly.
"Oh, no! No! Please! I give up! Please stop!" she gasped, quivering helplessly beneath him.
"Hmm. I'm not sure if that's enough," he said, a twinkle in his eye and a grin forming on his lips.
With a sudden movement, he slid one hand down across her abdomen as he continued tickling her. Before she realized what he was doing, he slid two fingers through her nether lips and deep inside her. Still breathless from being tickled, she gasped in delight. He slid his fingers in and out repeatedly, setting off passionate tremors within her and bringing more of her warm, sweet love honey pouring out of her.
As Darien's fingers penetrated deeper within her, stroking and caressing her insides, Serena felt herself on fire with pleasure and longing. Somehow, it just didn't seem fair. Almost any way he could touch her could nearly drive her insane. An electric shock of ecstasy swept through her as his fingers grasped her hot jewel. At the same moment, his free hand took hold of her breast, pressing into the nipple. Her blood was at full boil, with her liquid center fast following. She cried out his name as he stroked her jewel once more.
The sight of her writhing on the floor in such exquisite pleasure was increasing his own arousal. This was far better than tickling her, he knew. Drawing his fingers back from within her, he began a firm rubbing of the insides of her lips. Her hips began bouncing up and down, and she cried out pleadingly. Finally, he squeezed her nipple between his thumb and index finger, and at the same time pressed the fingers of his other hand into her jewel. With a near scream of pleasure, she was consumed by the force of her orgasm, her body spasming sharply beneath him, and her fluid rushing out around his fingers.
"Oh, Darien," she sighed breathlessly.
As she lay there, she was vaguely aware of him kissing her abdomen. Suddenly, she felt his tongue on her nether lips as he gently licked her clean. Her entire body trembled in response. Like a cat, he licked at her flesh, moving down along her thighs. Finding herself completely unable to resist him, she merely gasped and moaned with pleasure while pressing her hands into the back of his head. He returned to her nether lips and spreading her petals open, slid his tongue inside her. She promptly felt a strong sucking sensation as he started drinking her in. Convulsively, her hands pressed still tighter against his head.
"Please," she gasped.
He lightly stroked the sides of her vagina, deliberately avoiding her jewel. As he did so, he could hear the increasing sound of frustration and pleading in her voice. Drawing his tongue back once more, he pressed his lip still more tightly to her and suckled her opening, drinking in more of her sweet honey. From here, her love scent simply overwhelmed his senses, making him increasingly hungry for her. With his tongue he caressed the sides of her lips with very soft, teasing strokes.
"Darien, please!" she cried, her body completely on fire.
Again and again, she begged him to give her what she needed. His tongue was maddeningly avoiding the one spot where she most wanted it. Yet again, he suckled her, drinking in more of her honey. She was shifting her hips and thighs wildly, desperately trying to bring him to where she needed him most. Just then, he brushed her jewel. Though it was the lightest of caresses, she was so hard, swollen, and aroused, that it completely overwhelmed her senses. Aware only of his ravenous tongue inside her, she shrieked her ecstasy. With his next touch, he carefully wrapped his tongue around her jewel, then slid it back and sucked. Her every muscled clamped down hard as she soared over the edge, her mouth falling open to cry out her pleasure. Her hands held him tightly to her opening as he drank in the honey that was streaming out of her.
Feeling her muscles relax, Darien pulled back for a breath, then resumed licking up the residue on Serena's lips and thighs. As she was regaining her breath, he moved himself up and planted several soft kisses on her abdomen.
Several minutes later, they both stood up and returned to his bedroom. Lying down together, they gently snuggled, enjoying each other's warmth.
Soon, Serena playfully nipped at his neck. Darien responded by tickling her ribs. As she sought to hold him off, she decided to take the initiative herself, rolling on top of him and rubbing her abdomen up and down along the length of his hardness. He moaned as desire shone in his eyes. Serena continued her rubbing motion, determined to give as good as she had received, and gratified by his reactions as he was clearly struggling to hold himself in check.
"Do you like this?" she asked, the blazing passion in her eyes offsetting the feigned innocence in her voice.
"Oh, Serena," he gasped. "You are. . . an absolute. . . minx."
"But I'm your minx," she said happily.
She shifted herself upward, now sitting astride him, and once again stroked his hard, erect manhood with her moist, aroused nether lips. As she did so, his muscles tightened and his jaw set as his body was being swept with pleasure. Her hands caressed his chest, her fingers pausing to squeeze his nipples. He moaned with raw desire. 'I'll show him a minx,' she thought. 'If he can turn me into a quivering mass, then I can. . .' Just then, his hips bounced up sharply, pressing his length up against her lips. She gasped as her body shook in response. A quick forward movement of her body with a slight shift to the side brought a moan from him, and left his fingers clawing sharply at the bed. Her move also spread her lips open slightly. Feeling the incredible longing within her, she slid further forward until she felt his tip slide into her. After a slight shift of position, she drove herself back, feeling his manhood plunge deep inside her. His body responded to her, rolling up through his hips and burying his full, wonderful length within her in one motion.
"Oh, yes!" she cried, overjoyed at the sense of completion and fulfillment that came from becoming one with him.
In Darien's mind a voice screamed that once again he had no protection, but it was quickly drowned by his desire which wanted him simply to enjoy the beautiful body of this girl he loved so much. Astride him and happily impaled on his member, Serena was pumping away with wild abandon, her long hair sweeping across his legs as she moved, her hands running over his chest. His own body moved with her as she set the pace, his hands sliding up to take hold of her breasts. Desire had won out. There was no place else he would want to be, and no other girl he could ever consider doing this with.
"You. . . think I'm. . . a minx?" she asked, breathlessly.
"Yes. . . A beautiful. . . wonderful. . . minx," he replied.
Joy shining on her face, and the golden warmth of their love glowing within them, she bent down and kissed his nipple, straightening back up as his next thrust drove into her. When they had been in this position her first time, he had felt like a spike almost cleaving her in two, but now he was a warm, throbbing mass, filling her to perfection, fitting inside her just like they were each molded precisely for the other. Their every thrust stroked her hot jewel, sending her to still greater heights of pleasure.
He slid one hand down her ribs, bringing it to rest on her hip. They were moving together in their timeless rhythm, exquisitely in unison. He gasped her name softly, as they thrust again and again. Overwhelmed by pure sexual hunger, he still knew love was what was really driving them on.
She cried his name repeatedly as she approached the brink. With their next thrust, her every nerve seemed on fire as she hurtled over the edge into orgasm, gasping her ecstasy.
As her honey poured out with her release, Darien slid his hands up along her ribs, holding her upright on his throbbing organ, while he desperately sought to hold himself in check. Soon, her eyes began to regain some focus, and desire quickly forced him on once more. She responded quickly, greedily seeking more from him.
Serena grinned down at him, anticipating his own climax still to come. She bent down over him again, this time taking his nipple with her teeth. He gasped, and his body stiffened. After brushing her tongue across his nipple, she sat back up, feeling his movements underneath her becoming still more powerful. His hands returned to her breasts, fondling them lovingly. She reveled in the sensation, added to what she was experiencing between her spread legs. Soon, she felt one of her nipples being squeezed between his fingers, drawing a gasp of pleasure from her, as her body trembled wildly. Their next thrust pressed still more tightly against her extremely sensitive jewel, turning her gasp into nearly a scream.
He swept his hands all over her as his own passion swelled to a fever pitch. The warm glow was radiating through both of them, in some ways even seeming to further heighten their arousal and desire. He bounced up underneath her and she cried out.
Once more, she felt him drive into her, again sending her tumbling into purest ecstasy as her every muscle spasmed and she cried out his name. His own thrust just seemed to keep going and going, finally reaching climax as the beautiful warmth of his semen spread through her womanhood.
"Oh, Serena, my sweet," he sighed, completely and joyously spent. No thought of possible consequences could intrude on the pure happiness he felt as she lay down on top of him, her young body still intimately connected to his. He gently stroked his hand through her golden hair.
"Darien," she whispered, still aglow. "That was just wonderful."
Her eyes closed and she dozed off again. He held her in his arms, knowing this was how things should be.
Later, they awoke. "I'm afraid we should be getting cleaned up," he told her, trying not to let too much regret slip into his voice.
"I never want this to end," she said softly, clinging to him tightly.
"Neither do I," he replied. "But for now, we both know this is how it has to be."
She slid herself off of him and rose to her feet. He followed, and they went into the bathroom for a shower. As his hands softly washed her, she responded passionately, trying to draw him into a response.
"Serena. We just don't have time," he said, knowing that he was in serious danger of losing control again himself.
A disappointed expression crossed her face as he finished rinsing her off. She tried once more as she lathered soap across him, but with a tremendous effort, he held firm. After they had dried themselves, he handed her a hair dryer, knowing that her long hair would take some time.
As she was drying her hair, he gathered up their clothes. Serena made shorter work of her hair than he had expected. After they dressed, he helped her put her hair back into the meatballs and pigtails.
"I'll drive you home. If your parents ask, you can just say I'm a friend, or maybe an older brother of one of your classmates, who offered you a ride because of the storm," he said. She looked up at him with a questioning look. "I'd feel like an absolute louse letting you walk home in weather like that," he declared firmly.
"Alright," she nodded.
They returned to the entryway and slipped on her shoes. As he picked up her raincoat, she looked at the medallion again.
"How close is this to my name?" she asked. "Is the circle around the moon supposed to be my family name?"
"That's right," he said. "It's the first symbol that is an approximation. It literally translates as 'Serenity of the moon'."
Serena's eyes went wide. 'Serenity of the moon. Just like in my dream,' she thought.
"You alright?" he asked, noticing her expression.
"Oh, ah, yes. Fine. It's just very beautiful," she said.
"Like you."
She slipped on her raincoat, while he pulled on a jacket of his own. They walked out into the hall and he locked the door. Just then, another burst of thunder sounded overhead. Darien immediately heard a sharp intake of breath from the girl beside him, and looking over at her, saw she was again trembling. He slipped his arm around her, hoping to hold her fears at bay just a little while longer.< To be continued >
-05.04.1999