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Study Date	By : DrunkenScotsman Category: +M to R > Rosario Vampire Views: 8592 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: The characters and events of the Rosario+Vampire anime and manga belong to Ikeda Akihisa. I make no money from writing this story.

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Chapter 3: Applied Biology
- M/F, Fing, WAFF

The two teens spent the next hour or so identifying the component organs of the endocrine system and quizzing each other on the chemicals – names and formulae – released by those organs, along with the purposes of those chemicals. Moka answered correctly much more often than Tsukune, but the young man took some comfort from answering several that she missed. Since coming to Yokai Academy, Tsukune’s grades had improved steadily, but he still couldn’t hold a candle to Moka’s brains.

“I feel like I’m holding you back,” he told her after they’d finished the chapter. He scratched the back of his head nervously and laughed. One elbow rested on the edge of Moka’s bed, which he was sitting beside.

Lying on her bed with the biology textbook – Fragile and Delicious: An Overview of the Human Body, 12th edition – between them, her apron and her socks long since discarded, Moka responded, “No, not at all. I never would’ve remembered the formula for melatonin without your help.” She smiled at him with encouraging sweetness.

“If you say so,” Tsukune replied. Part of him wondered if he’d have done better if he weren’t so distracted by Moka’s long, slender, flawless legs, bare from the mid-thigh down, or by her right breast, exposed (along with the cup of her lacy white bra) by the way her shirt fell open. Part of him knew it wouldn’t have mattered, and yet another part didn’t care.

Moka couldn’t help but notice Tsukune’s eyes on her bosom. Not that she’d minded – she’d surreptitiously unbuttoned a button while Tsukune had been looking for the formula for glucagon and nudged her rosary out of the way. She wanted him to look, to desire her as he desired the inner personality, to desire her as much as she desired him. Knowing how his eyes traveled down her legs as well stoked her yearning, and she rubbed her legs together to blunt the edge of her need.

However, the young woman knew that measure wouldn’t dampen her desire much longer. Already she ached for him, ached for his lips on hers, his hands on her skin, his body united with hers. Her cheeks glowed at the thoughts dancing through her head, thoughts she was sure Tsukune shared.

This time, when their lips met after a long moment staring into each other’s eyes, the kiss could not be considered chaste in the slightest. Pent-up passion, nursed for over a year, suffused every movement of their lips and tongues. The textbook fell off the bed, landing with a thud, and Tsukune’s tie soon joined it (though without the thud). Hands rumpled clothing in the course of their wandering. Arousal from earlier roared back to life within both teens.

Moka led, surprising Tsukune. She guided one of his hands over the curve of her rump and down to her bare thigh. The other she placed on her bosom, pressing his hand close.

The young man groaned at the sensations – the taste of Moka’s tongue against his, the warm skin of her thigh, the yielding softness of her breast. Kneading with his hands rewarded him with a soft gasp of delight. When he repeated the move, he felt her long, perfectly-manicured fingernails prick his forearms where she gripped them and bore down, though not enough to break skin.

The young woman draped one lean leg across Tsukune’s as she grew more and more excited. Arching her back pressed her bosom more firmly against his hand, and she reveled in the sensations produced. Her hips rocked, grinding her groin against his.

For his part, Tsukune struggled to resist the building urge inside him, the urge to tear off his and Moka’s clothes and rut like animals. It’s her first time, he reminded himself firmly, unsure why such ungentle urges would arise and target the girl he most desired to be gentle with. Even if we’ve both waited so long for this, I should be gentle with her. He caught himself doubting whether Moka would want to progress that quickly, but those doubts vanished when she slid his hand under her skirt and up to the juncture of her legs.

The cloth of her panties, soft and already damp, transmitted the young woman’s heat to Tsukune’s fingertips. Every movement he made with his hand elicited a new and exciting response from the pink-haired beauty – gasps, sighs, shivers, spasms. Encouraged by her response, he pressed more firmly at the apex of her sex.

Moka responded with a rhythmic rocking of her hips. Her hands busied themselves with unbuttoning buttons as quickly as she could. The sooner she and Tsukune could undress, the sooner they could become one, and the happier she would be.

Tsukune’s heart pounded in his ears as he felt Moka’s hands on his bare chest. Her fingernails dragged down the fairly flat surface, but he found himself oddly unconcerned with his lack of physique. His hand stroked her stomach. A soft moan escaped between their locked lips and tangled tongues.

Panting for air, the young woman broke the kiss. “Oh, Tsukune,” she cooed, “you can touch me… however you like. Please,” she implored to cut off any potential protest.

The young man swallowed, focusing on the feel of her skin rather than the surreality of the situation. This is more than I ever hoped for. Is this really happening? I feel like I’m about to wake up any moment now.

Moka pouted at Tsukune’s hesitation. What’s wrong with him? Why is he spacing out like this? Maybe I need to be more enticing? She blushed as the idea occurred to her.

She leaned upward and squirmed her way out of her uniform blouse. Without pausing, lest her nerves paralyze her, she also unhooked her bra and wriggled out of the lace-trimmed white satin garment. Despite every ounce of modesty screaming at her, Moka kept herself from covering herself with her hands. The rosary dangled to one side, the metal cool against her breast.

Tsukune stared. He really couldn’t do otherwise, seeing as he was what he’d always wanted to see ever since he first met the pink-haired vampire. They seemed… bigger… at the hotel, he remarked to himself with only a tinge of disappointment and a twinge of guilt at that disappointment. Either the candlelight was playing tricks on my eyes, or they really do grow when she transforms, like I’d thought.

The young man’s musings were disrupted when Moka brought his hands directly to the pillowy softness of her breasts. “I… I meant what I said,” she scolded gently between pants of desire. Her own hands trailed up Tsukune’s arms to tug his shirt off, though doing so required him to pull his hands away.

Both topless now, the teens resumed kissing. Passion burned all the brighter between them now that they felt skin on skin. Eagerly Tsukune returned his hands to their previous position, while Moka ran her hands all over the human boy’s torso.

The young man inhaled sharply when he noticed Moka’s hands drifting down his stomach to fumble with his belt. A whimper escaped the young woman when her palms bushed the noticeable bulge nearby. The noise repeated itself a moment later, but this time it arose because of the way Tsukune began kneading her breasts.

The vampire shuddered with excitement. The more her desired one touched her, the more she wanted. Even if she hadn’t invited him to her room expressly for this purpose, there was no chance she’d turn back or apply the brakes now. Rather than struggle with his trousers, she instead worked her skirt and panties down her long, lean legs.

Fixing Tsukune with her smoldering seafoam stare, Moka pulled one of his hands down to the center of her desire. The young man murmured his companion’s name as his fingers encountered the soft, slick heat of Moka’s sex. On instinct, he swirled his fingers round and round, earning him a shuddering whimper from his desired one.

The teens continued to lie side by side, panting with desire while Tsukune’s fingers explored Moka’s most intimate areas. The pink-haired beauty quivered all over from the pleasant sensations flooding her consciousness. Her toes curled and uncurled as the intensity rose and fell.

Unsure what he was doing, Tsukune tried his hardest to map by touch alone which spots Moka seemed to enjoy most. He watched her face twitch in different ways and her eyes glaze over. Inwardly, he beamed with pride that he could give her the pleasure she wanted.

Moka scooted closer and wrapped her arms around his shoulders. “I won’t bite,” she promised, her voice a mere whisper. “I w-want to k-kiss your n-neck.” Without waiting for a reply, she leaned in and kissed the marks on Tsukune’s neck.

Pleasure, raw and undiluted, immediately surged through both teenagers’ bodies. Tsukune had to clench his teeth to prevent a loud, unmistakable sort of noise from bursting forth. Moka’s strangled cry of enjoyment vibrated against his neck, and her whole body seemed wracked with spasms. More spasms followed each jerk of her hips.

During this period of hip-rocking, one of Tsukune’s fingers slipped inside. Neither knew exactly how it occurred, nor did they intend for it. For her part, Moka didn’t care, shaking like a leaf while still kissing the spot on Tsukune’s neck. The young man decided he rather liked how wild this was driving the young woman.

Suddenly her hips began bucking almost uncontrollably. Moka whimpered, then moaned lustfully right into Tsukune’s ear as the climax overcame her. Her whole body shook.

As awareness returned to her, Moka nuzzled Tsukune’s neck. The young man held the young woman close, basking in the warmth of her nearness. The faint strawberry scent of her shampoo caught his nose. He wondered, How had I never noticed that scent before?

Moka slowly caught her breath as the last tremors of her climax subsided. She lifted her head to look into Tsukune’s eyes, a bashful smile on her lips and a crimson blush staining her cheeks. “That was… really fun,” she whispered. “Could we… do more?”

“M-More?” stammered the young man.

The lovely young lady nodded. “Please?” she pleaded. “I… I want… what the other me… I mean, what you two did together…” she sputtered.

Tsukune swallowed. “I… I’m sorry it won’t… be my first time,” he apologized. “I’d wanted you to be, but…” He trailed off, deciding that now wasn’t the time to reveal the truth about his tryst with Yukari.

“It’s okay,” Moka reassured him, “since it was with the inner me. That counts, right?”

“I guess so,” the human boy replied with a nervous chuckle. “If we… I mean… it’s still your first, right?” When a shy smile and a nod were his only answer, he warned her, “I, uh, don’t have… a, uh, y’know… for protection.” He winced. “I didn’t before, either.” Unbidden, the twin images of Yukari and inner Moka, bellies swollen with child, flashed before his mind’s eye.

Oh, shit.

“Don’t worry about that,” soothed his would-be partner. “Once the seal was created, my dad was afraid that… that human boys might… take advantage of me, since I’m not the fighter that my other persona is. So he bought pills for me to take to protect me from – how did he put it? – ‘filthy half-breed mongrels.’”

Tsukune sighed, partly from relief and partly from resignation, the latter stemming from the mere accusation that any children he and Moka might produce would be considered ‘filthy half-breed mongrels.’ He wondered, Just to him, or to all monsters? Aloud, he said, “He’d object to… to us dating, wouldn’t he?"

“Yes,” she answered, “but it doesn’t matter. Not to me.” Her seafoam eyes unfocused for a moment, but not for long. She blinked to refocus and added, “Not to the other me either. We’ll both fight to be with you.”

The human boy smiled, touched. “That… that’s pretty brave.” He caressed her cheek. “I’m glad too that we… don’t have to worry,” he added. “Besides, how would that even work with you two sharing a body?”

The vampire shrugged. “As far as I know, I’m the only vampire with another personality sealed away,” she replied. “There’s a lot about the situation that neither of us can answer.”

Tsukune sighed again. “I guess it’ll have to wait until I, uh, meet your dad. If he doesn’t kill me, that is.”

Pressing close, Moka nuzzled against him. “He won’t. We won’t let him,” she promised.

Feeling Moka pressed against him, her bare skin against his, reawakened the young man’s ardor. His hands resumed wandering all over her body. He remained careful around her rosary, not wanting to detach it by accident. Though he had no qualms about seeing the inner Moka again, tonight was about outer Moka and he didn’t want to disrupt that, for fairness’ sake if nothing else.

Moka, her own desires reawakening due to Tsukune’s hands, began to unfasten and unzip his trousers. Her palms again brushed against the bulge, increasing her excitement. She fought with his pants and underwear for a while, until they were finally out of the way around his knees.

Moka looked at Tsukune earnestly and murmured his name. He responded in kind and pulled her close. The bare skin of her groin against the stiffness of his stoked both their desires to near-aching. The young woman draped her leg over Tsukune’s and rocked her hips, seeking to align themselves just so…

United now in the most intimate fashion, both teens gasped with delight, gazes locked as they so often had been in the past. This gaze, though, at this moment, held a much different meaning. Future gazes, both knew, would hark back to this one, when everything between them since their fateful meeting on the path in the woods outside Yokai Academy became finally and suddenly clear.

Their hands met. Their fingers intertwined. Human and vampire, worlds separated by mystical barrier and centuries of prejudiced animosity, were now one. Unable to restrain themselves any longer, they began to move together.

Delight filled them both, to their very cores. Each movement begat the next. Their foreheads touched, followed by their noses and then their lips. Their breathing quickened as they ascended towards the peak in perfect synchronization.

They climaxed together. Tsukune felt Moka shudder against him. Moka sighed contently, still kissing Tsukune as she felt him quivering within her.

For a long time – several minutes, at least – they lay spent, basking in the glow of the moment, too exhausted or overwhelmed to speak. Their breathing slowly steadied.

“Tsukune,” whispered Moka, breaking the long, if comfortable, silence. “I… I love you… with everything I am.” She giggled softly at that last addition. From within the rosary came a vague sense of adorable, sincere embarrassment at the admission.

The young man smiled. His heart leapt for joy in his chest on hearing the words he’d always hoped to hear from this girl. “I love you too,” he answered without hesitation. “Both of you. All of you. I… don’t know how everything will work, but I know we can make it work out somehow.”

Moka smiled. “Don’t worry. We’ll share,” she assured him. “We already share a body, and a life. This is just part of that.”

Tsukune swallowed. The opening for the topic he’d been seeking and dreading in equal measure to discuss had been dropped right at his feet. “What about the others?” he asked, praying she wouldn’t get upset.

The young woman shifted uncomfortably, decoupling them in the process. “You promised them dates,” she responded cautiously. “I don’t want you to break that promise.”

“If I have feelings for them as well,” he continued, suspecting that the hypothetical wasn’t really all that hypothetical, given what he’d told Yukari, “would you still… share… and be happy?”

“I… I don’t know,” Moka stammered. “I’ll have to think about it. We should probably… get dressed.” She sat up slowly, the world spinning slightly off-kilter when she did. She decided that Tsukune was too distracted with his pants to notice.

Within an hour, Tsukune had followed Moka’s suggestion to return to his room before the other female students started returning to the dorm from dinner to bathe. Living down a reputation as a pervert once already, thanks to Gin, made him none too eager to do so again. On returning, he spotted her in her room across the courtyard, and his beloved one waved back. She seems a bit subdued, he noticed. We’d gotten so close, until I asked about the other girls. Now it feels like a huge gulf has opened between us again, as wide as the gap between the dorms.

I hope I didn’t screw everything up.

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A/N: Another week, another chapter. I hope everyone's been enjoying this story, even if there aren't as many hits or reviews of it as "Moondance." I'll just take it as a side-effect of how much cooler and more popular Inner Moka is with you fans than Outer Moka. Speaking of Inner Moka, what does she think about all this? Find out next time!
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