Adult-FanFiction.org : Anime

Long December	By : DrunkenScotsman Category: +M to R > Rosario Vampire Views: 6725 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I make no money from the writing of this story. All characters and locations of Rosario+Vampire belong to Ikeda Akihisa.

Chapter List
- 12
- 13
- 14
Chapter 13: Feels Like the First Time

Later that evening, after an afternoon studying and working on articles with the rest of the Newspaper Club, Moka and Tsukune sat on his bed together, simply basking in one another’s presence. Dinner had consisted of instant noodles warmed in the microwave and tomato juice from the vending machine, the only beverage that hadn’t run out in the boys’ dorm. Tsukune had never much cared for the stuff, but he saw himself developing a taste for it in the near-ish future. Moka snuggled up to him, resting her head on his shoulder and draping one leg across his; a contented smile rested on her lips.
Shifting her gaze brought the marks she’d left on Tsukune’s neck into view. Memories of their first time together surfaced, and a deep-seated yearning arose from its dormancy. Deciding to surprise her boyfriend, Moka leaned in to kiss the spot, whispering, “How long do you plan to keep me waiting, Tsukune?”
Jolts of arousal shot through the young man’s body and brought a certain part of him to full attention. “I wanted to make sure we had plenty of time to digest first,” Tsukune answered with a shaky voice. He gingerly placed a hand on Moka’s calf, tracing small circles with his thumb. “Our weekend was pretty hectic.”
“Thoughtful as always,” purred the young woman, who reached up to rake her nails over the young man’s chest through his shirt. Meanwhile, the vampire’s usually-deadly foot trailed along Tsukune’s shin.
“Why did you wait so long to confess, even after biting me that night?” the human boy wondered aloud; the question had been niggling him all day.
Deciding to be honest with him, and with herself, the vampire answered: “I was afraid, Tsukune – afraid you’d reject me, afraid you’d accept me, afraid of how the others might react if I confessed first. Just having these feelings for you terrified me.” Moka cupped Tsukune’s cheek and turned his head so she could look him in the eye. “For the rest of my immortal life, I’ll regret the way I’ve treated you.”
The gentle smile Tsukune gave her almost broke her heart. “I wish I was strong enough to choose,” he replied, voice cracking. “I’m too weak to deserve you.”
Moka’s brow knitted together. “Your gentleness humbled my pride,” she insisted. “Your weakness gives me a reason to be strong, beyond strength for its own sake. Your sincerity shames me for hiding the truth from you for so long.”
She stroked his cheek and neck, fingers ghosting over the marks. “I didn’t know how to tell you,” Moka explained further, “or if it even mattered, due to the circumstances at that time. My instincts drove me to show you how I felt.” Her cheeks ignited at the memories. “I want to show you again.”
“Moka,” murmured the young man thickly.
“Tsukune,” replied the young woman, closing the distance.
“Moka,” whispered the human, hearing the need in his girlfriend’s voice, feeling the appropriate vibe from this Moka for the first time while doing… whatever this might be called.
“Tsukune,” the vampire whispered back, thrilled to feel the appropriate vibe while doing this with him, which she never had felt before.
Their lips crashed together as the dam of their mutual desires burst. Emotions, too long denied, found their expression in this kiss: a heady mix of pure, innocent love and adolescent passion and that rare love which endures for the entirety of a human’s short lifespan and all the joys and tribulations that come with it. These two teens, on the cusp of adulthood, clung to one another, silently swearing never to let go, however long they’d have together.
The two young lovers only broke their kiss long enough to remove one another’s shirt. Removing Tsukune’s pants or Moka’s skirt didn’t require them to stop, so they didn’t. By this point, Tsukune had enough experience with bras to unhook them by touch alone, so that garment of Moka’s soon joined the growing pile of discarded clothes. His boxers soon followed. Both of them shuddered against the other at the sensation of naked flesh on naked flesh.
“How do you want me tonight, my love?” queried Moka in a husky tone.
Again, Tsukune smiled his painfully-gentle smile. “Sorry,” he apologized when Moka looked hurt at his mirth. “It’ll take me a while to get used to you saying that.” He stroked her cheek soothingly.
A blush lit Moka’s cheeks. “The words feel a bit strange on my lips,” the vampire admitted. “We’ll both just have to get used to it, since I intend to say them often.” She kissed her beloved Tsukune playfully. “I have a lot of missed opportunities to make up for.”
“Same here, my love,” Tsukune answered, much to Moka’s delight. The young man, wrapping an arm around his girlfriend’s waist, guided her into a position astride his lap. Still sitting up himself, he trailed his hands along her hourglass figure and up her spine, her long argent tresses faintly tickling them all the way upward.
A shuddering gasp escaped Moka’s lips at Tsukune’s caresses. Need, deep and fierce and primal, drove her hips back and forth, grinding her soaked nether regions along the stiffness she craved. Her lover’s amorous groans spurred her to speed up.
Tsukune peppered kisses along his girlfriend’s collarbone as a distraction for himself, so that Moka’s insistent motions wouldn’t drive him over the edge too soon. When that failed to slow her, he continued lower, canvassing the expanse of one generous breast before circling the perfect pink nipple with his tongue. The young man thrilled to every gasp, every mewl of pleasure, he wrung from this goddess who’d deigned to join herself to him. If he were honest with himself, nothing made him feel manlier than pleasuring his gorgeous girlfriends, especially the previously-aloof silver-haired vampire.
That vampire tangled her fingers in Tsukune’s tousled brown hair to encourage him to continue. Wet enough not to need such foreplay, Moka nevertheless appreciated her lover’s dedication to ensuring her enjoyment. Pleasure thrummed through her with every flick of his tongue and jerk of her hips. The young woman emitted a long, low moan, far more unabashed than any noise she’d previously uttered while they were doing “this or that.”
“Vampires only choose the worthiest mates,” Moka reminded Tsukune between moans. “I overheard – oh! – you tell Kokoa – ah! – how useless you feel… Oh, Tsukune! Your worthiness rests – mmm! – not on your strength in battle – haaah! – but on your skill in this arena.”
The young man couldn’t help but grin at her words, especially when they were followed by a long moan and the full-body spasms he knew signaled Moka’s orgasm. “Thank you,” he murmured as he nuzzled her breasts and trailed one hand from rump to knee and back. “That means so much to me, Moka my dear. I’ll always feel like you and the others deserve much more, but I’ll always give each of you everything I’ve got to make sure you’re happy and safe,” the young man vowed.
Touched, the young woman guided her lover’s face into position so she could kiss him senseless. Tongues tangled, and Moka pressed her breasts to Tsukune’s chest, willing him to feel her heart pounding inside her chest the way she could feel his. Not for a long moment did she consider how her movement had aligned their bodies below the waist for the next phase of their activity.
Eventually, they came up for air and noticed their new juxtaposition. “I can’t wait any longer, Tsukune,” Moka whispered. “I love you, so let me show you your place.”
For one brief, terrifying moment, the human feared what those words typically portended. Tsukune’s mind raced for ways to mitigate the thrashing he thought he’d soon receive. Once the cruel vampire sank herself downward, enveloping him in her slick heat, his panic transformed into pure joy. “I love you too, Moka,” he murmured. “My place… is with you.”
“Your place is inside me,” corrected the young woman with a wicked smirk. “Besides, didn’t I tell you before not to ply me with shamelessly-smooth lines like that?” she added with a playful nibble of his lip. Rather than start riding her boyfriend at a frenetic pace to a quick finish – which part of her desperately longed to do – Moka restrained herself, letting both of them savor their union. Instead, she rolled her hips at a languid pace.
Tsukune groaned against Moka’s neck. Her movements, combined with her wet heat around him, felt simply incredible. At the same time, the slow pace seemed to call a more primal part of him, beckoning him to grab her hips and thrust into her until they both finished in a sweaty, breathless heap. For now, the young man resisted, though he did start to move with his beloved to enhance her pleasure.
Moka raked her fingernails down Tsukune’s back as gently as she could manage while her pleasure built. Of their own accord, her hips picked up the pace, and Tsukune gripped her sculpted rump to help her. She murmured his name and nibbled his ear.
Lost in the sensation of lovemaking, the young man let his hands roam. One or the other remained on Moka’s taut rear at all times, but the other explored her thighs, her waist, her back, her breasts. Various vampire muscles tensed beneath his touch, as if the barest brush of his fingers brought blessings or absolutions. Tsukune’s hips bucked as she drew him up, up, up towards his peak; from the way she shuddered, he knew she ascended with him.
For her part, Moka reveled in the rhythm of their movements together, synchronized as though they could read one another’s thoughts. Tsukune inside her stimulated spots she didn’t know she had before they first coupled, and his caresses all over her body heightened the experience, like a skilled pianist accompanying a solo virtuoso. She felt herself winding up for release; from the way her lover groaned in her ear and twitched inside her, the young woman knew he drew near as well.
Climax crashed over both teens, either at the same time or in quick succession. Moka gasped and shook all over, calling her lover’s name and professing her love for him. Tsukune held his beloved close, proffering his own love in return in between groans and spasms. Once their orgasms had run their courses the two teens slumped against one another, spend and gasping for air.
“Sorry… I didn’t… last longer,” Tsukune panted. “You felt… amazing… and I think… I was pretty wound up.”
Moka laughed lightly, seemingly barely winded. “My, my, aren’t you sweet – so concerned about performing for me,” she teased. “You’ve nothing to apologize for, Tsukune – I needed it just as much.”
The young man chuckled but was too tired to scratch his head, as he normally would when nervous. “I guess that time on the roof during lunch earlier this week didn’t really do the trick, huh?”
“On the contrary,” argued the young woman, “it sated me then, but it also made me look forward to tonight, when we could take our time and truly savor the act that much more.” She kissed his neck and shoulder, ignoring the heady aroma of the slightly-sweaty Tsukune-in-afterglow.
By this point, the human had developed a sense for when his vampire companion wished to feed. “Would you… like a nightcap, Moka?” he offered, tilting his head to present his neck.
“Tempting,” murmured Moka with a sharp intake of breath. “After that time at the hotel, when I thought I had hurt you… I swore I’d never bite you again.” At least tonight I never felt the urge, she reflected, which is good news. Maybe it’s because I’m finally honest about my feelings?
“No more ‘chomp-slurp’?” Tsukune asked, trying but not entirely succeeding at hiding the hopeful brightness in his voice.
“No more ‘chomp-slurp,’” Moka promised in an indulgent tone.
“You really do love me,” quipped the human boy, garnering an eye-roll and a warm laugh from his vampire lover.
Gradually the pair extricated themselves from their post-coital position and began cleaning themselves up. Tsukune couldn’t help but admire the carefree air Moka had as she moved about his room in her birthday suit. On impulse, the young man caught his girlfriend around the waist and kissed her neck.
“What’s this all about?” purred the young woman. “If we go again, I’ll miss curfew and have to stay here tonight.” She didn’t sound terribly distressed by the prospect.
“You’ve shown me my place,” answered Tsukune cryptically. “Now I’ll show you yours.” He felt Moka tense in anticipation and wondered what she was thinking. He wrapped her more fully into his embrace and told her: “Right here, in my arms.”
A shiver climbed up Moka’s spine. “Still shameless with those smooth lines, I see,” she sighed mock-dramatically. “I suppose I’ll stay, if only to find other uses for that silver tongue.”
____________________________________________________________________
A/N: We're not quite done yet, but this is the final smut scene of the series. I wanted it to feel really different from the others involving "inner" Moka, and I think I succeeded. Let me know in a review or PM on the forums, as well as any other thoughts you might have about this story.
- 12
- 13
- 14
You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.
Report Story

Long December