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Adult ++
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The Dreaming
Chapter Four: The Dreaming
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Disclaimer: I do NOT OWN Tokyo Mew Mew, nor do I claim any of the ideas, images, or other material of Tokyo Mew Mew and/or all versions/variations/spinoffs of the series. Tokyo Mew Mew was created by illustrator Mia Ikumi and writer Reiko Yoshida and all credit should go to them.
A/N:
-This is my first FanFiction ever. Please review, and let me know what needs to be fixed and improved upon.
-If a sentence begins and ends with **...** then it is a thought and is not said out loud
e.x. **I can't believe that**
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Chapter Four: The Dreaming
Weeks Later
3:00am
Rolling over onto his stomach, it almost hurt, putting pressure on his erection in the most displeasing way. He did want to deal with this. Not tonight…he’s done it every other night. These silly fantasies that would never come true. But every night since his plot he would wake up wet and sticky, covered in a layer of sweat, more tired than refreshed. Tonight he told himself he would not wake up in that fashion, even if he had to stay up all night, he would not have the embarrassment of running to the wash so early in the morning like he was a prepubescent male.
**Not tonight… Please Ichigo let me rest…**
Tossing himself, he laid on his back, not wanting what he was about to, but anything…anything to get some rest. He didn’t imagine anything, he just thought of Ichigo’s face, the shocked look she had when he caught her staring at him. Even now he smiled knowing his body was attractive to her. He finished quickly, climaxing fast yet weak hoping it would be enough.
**This is torment…**
Closing he eyes he found sleep, a content smile as he rolled over to rest.
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He had only been following her for a week before he found out how she turned into a cat. It was by accident that he saw it. Ichigo was running to Masaya’s house and his dog had gotten out again and kissed Ichigo as it always does. It was a matter of seconds and a small “poof” of smoke and then there she was, Ichigo, his Ichigo, as the cat he had seen in the park.
At first he didn’t believe it. It seemed too unreal and he couldn’t say for sure what the dog had done to her to make her transform. But his real proof was when the bastard Masaya picked her up and kissed her, instantly turning back into Ichigo in his arms.
**Is it really that simple? There isn’t some chant or energy gathering?**
This was too perfect, but then again she hadn’t turned into a kitty when he kissed her. That had been a while though and the Mew Mew’s abilities grow with time. But he still didn’t think he had all of the information he needed. So he kept watching her, following her every move.
The second time he saw her transform she was with that idiot Masaya again, only he was teasing her, so much so her ears and tail popped out and she had a dark red blush on her face. Masaya then kissed her, transforming her.
**She needs to be excited!!! Her heart rate has to be up…well if the prick Masaya can make her blush so can I…**
And with that he plotted his scheme. He had to pick the right day at the right time to start a commotion with the Mew Mew’s, then separate Ichigo from them and kiss and capture her before the rest of the Mew Mew’s had a chance to save her. It was after that point that he had trouble with.
A part of him just wanted to prove to Ichigo once and for all that his people were right and that they weren’t evil, the humans are. Another part wanted to show Ichigo who he was, all the good things she never got to see, explain to her that he would get Deep Blue to spare her life and that they could be together. And the darkest part of him didn’t care about anything other than Ichigo, wanting to show her that he loved her, no matter what it took.
It was that dark part that kept him from getting any rest. In his dream this beast that he suppressed during the day had a playground. Twisting and weaving distorted dreams and wishes.
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In her kitty form she would crawl up to him and kiss him; transforming into a very naked Ichigo still on her hands and knees on top of him. He could see all of her features, her perk breast with taut pink nipples down her stomach to a soft patch of fur fight above her center. She would nuzzle his neck, licking and nibbling as a cat would, moaning almost like a purr, teasingly letting her nipples barely touch his chest.
This was just one of the many beginnings to the endless dreams… secretly his favorite was much darker.
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She would resent him, kissing him then pulling away quickly in a hopeless attempt to escape. Grabbing her wrist he dragged her to the wall pushing her face against it holding her hands behind her back. Biting her neck, he runs his finger tips up her inner thigh; a moan slipping through her lips.
“I will make it feel good…I will show you my love…” He harshly whispers in her ear, rubbing his finger over her lips through her panties. Her body responding even if she doesn’t want to, her panties soon getting soaked through by her juices.
“Ichigo is such a bad kitty…” saying his words between his teeth currently nibbling on her right ear lobe. He traces the outside of her ear with the tip of his tongue, his fingers tips mocking the gesture by barely caressing her crotch; Ichigo weakly moving her hips, unconsciously pressing her core against his hand, wanting more friction. Her mind is fighting a losing battle. **This isn’t right… but it feels…ahhhh…so good**
Pulling the elastic of her underwear aside, he slowly slips a single finger inside her wetness, causing her to scream out in ecstasy. Masaya had done this to her before but his fingers weren’t so long and rough. Kisshu’s fingers were calloused from endless years of martial arts training with his sai and the harsh environment of his home planet, they felt wonderful inside her causing an intense friction.
Hearing her cries was too much for him, needing to be inside of her but wanting to see her face as he gave her all of his love. Releasing her hands only for a moment to turn her, Ichigo took the chance to run away. As much has she loved what she was felling she couldn’t help but think about how horrible Masaya would feel.
**I can’t let this happen… for Masaya sake… I have to find a way out**
But running wouldn’t do her any good, she was trapped. Kisshu temper was let loose.
“WHY ARE YOU RUNNING AWAY!!! YOU ARE MINE!!!” Kisshu eyes tinted red with anger, running toward her; she was petrified, never having seen him so livid before. He grabs her tightly around the waist.
“STOP RUNNING FROM ME!!!” spoken more as a loud whisper than a yell.
“I can’t do this, I won’t let you, Masaya is the one I love!” No sooner than the words left Ichigo’s mouth did Kisshu throw her across the room on to his bed.
“MASAYA CANNOT HELP YOU NOW!!! I will make you forget all about him” Using the blunt end of his sai he hit the back of Ichigo’s head. With her vision fading into darkness all she could think of was Masaya…**forgive me**
He removes her clothes from her limp body, somewhere in his mind he knows this isn’t right **But I have to make her see, I have to make her understand that I love her…**
Tying her now naked body to his bed, he won’t let her go. Not now, not ever. He quickly undresses himself, throwing his clothing to the side, not bothering to take off his protective wrist and ankle bands.
He kisses her gently, slowly waking her from her unconscious state.
“I love you. You will be mine” is all he says before pushing his penis deep inside her. Ichigo screams in a mix of pleasure and pain and it is music to his ears.
“I’m giving you everything I have, to show you Ichigo I love you, don’t you understand.” All Ichigo can do now is accept his love, and with tears falling from her eyes she lets Kisshu take her, bound to his bed, crying for the love she feels, for Kisshu, and for the love she will lose, for Masaya.
Kisshu goes faster and deeper, feeling Ichigo resistance slacken. **She will always be mine** Ichigo calls out Kisshu’s name, over and over again she screams.
“Kisshu, I can’t take…..ugghhh…I c..can’t last much…l ..lon…ahhh…longer…” Oh she is beautiful, how long he has been waiting to hear her says these words to him.
“KISSHU…..K…KISSHU!!!” Hearing her scream his name and feeling her inner muscle tighten around him, feeling her overwhelming climax, he couldn’t stop himself, he was going to cum…
And yet he wakes up again… wet and sticky, covered in a layer of sweat, more tired than refreshed. So he got up before the sunrise and headed to the wash like he was a prepubescent male, too tired to care, too tired to be embarrassed. It was going on two weeks these wet dreams.
**Soon I won’t have to dream this; I will wake up beside you. Please Ichigo let me rest**
A/N: I didn’t know if this was confusing. It skips around time wise. If it is too confusing please write a review and suggest how I can change it. Thanks!
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Disclaimer: I do NOT OWN Tokyo Mew Mew, nor do I claim any of the ideas, images, or other material of Tokyo Mew Mew and/or all versions/variations/spinoffs of the series. Tokyo Mew Mew was created by illustrator Mia Ikumi and writer Reiko Yoshida and all credit should go to them.
A/N:
-This is my first FanFiction ever. Please review, and let me know what needs to be fixed and improved upon.
-If a sentence begins and ends with **...** then it is a thought and is not said out loud
e.x. **I can't believe that**
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Chapter Four: The Dreaming
Weeks Later
3:00am
Rolling over onto his stomach, it almost hurt, putting pressure on his erection in the most displeasing way. He did want to deal with this. Not tonight…he’s done it every other night. These silly fantasies that would never come true. But every night since his plot he would wake up wet and sticky, covered in a layer of sweat, more tired than refreshed. Tonight he told himself he would not wake up in that fashion, even if he had to stay up all night, he would not have the embarrassment of running to the wash so early in the morning like he was a prepubescent male.
**Not tonight… Please Ichigo let me rest…**
Tossing himself, he laid on his back, not wanting what he was about to, but anything…anything to get some rest. He didn’t imagine anything, he just thought of Ichigo’s face, the shocked look she had when he caught her staring at him. Even now he smiled knowing his body was attractive to her. He finished quickly, climaxing fast yet weak hoping it would be enough.
**This is torment…**
Closing he eyes he found sleep, a content smile as he rolled over to rest.
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He had only been following her for a week before he found out how she turned into a cat. It was by accident that he saw it. Ichigo was running to Masaya’s house and his dog had gotten out again and kissed Ichigo as it always does. It was a matter of seconds and a small “poof” of smoke and then there she was, Ichigo, his Ichigo, as the cat he had seen in the park.
At first he didn’t believe it. It seemed too unreal and he couldn’t say for sure what the dog had done to her to make her transform. But his real proof was when the bastard Masaya picked her up and kissed her, instantly turning back into Ichigo in his arms.
**Is it really that simple? There isn’t some chant or energy gathering?**
This was too perfect, but then again she hadn’t turned into a kitty when he kissed her. That had been a while though and the Mew Mew’s abilities grow with time. But he still didn’t think he had all of the information he needed. So he kept watching her, following her every move.
The second time he saw her transform she was with that idiot Masaya again, only he was teasing her, so much so her ears and tail popped out and she had a dark red blush on her face. Masaya then kissed her, transforming her.
**She needs to be excited!!! Her heart rate has to be up…well if the prick Masaya can make her blush so can I…**
And with that he plotted his scheme. He had to pick the right day at the right time to start a commotion with the Mew Mew’s, then separate Ichigo from them and kiss and capture her before the rest of the Mew Mew’s had a chance to save her. It was after that point that he had trouble with.
A part of him just wanted to prove to Ichigo once and for all that his people were right and that they weren’t evil, the humans are. Another part wanted to show Ichigo who he was, all the good things she never got to see, explain to her that he would get Deep Blue to spare her life and that they could be together. And the darkest part of him didn’t care about anything other than Ichigo, wanting to show her that he loved her, no matter what it took.
It was that dark part that kept him from getting any rest. In his dream this beast that he suppressed during the day had a playground. Twisting and weaving distorted dreams and wishes.
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In her kitty form she would crawl up to him and kiss him; transforming into a very naked Ichigo still on her hands and knees on top of him. He could see all of her features, her perk breast with taut pink nipples down her stomach to a soft patch of fur fight above her center. She would nuzzle his neck, licking and nibbling as a cat would, moaning almost like a purr, teasingly letting her nipples barely touch his chest.
This was just one of the many beginnings to the endless dreams… secretly his favorite was much darker.
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She would resent him, kissing him then pulling away quickly in a hopeless attempt to escape. Grabbing her wrist he dragged her to the wall pushing her face against it holding her hands behind her back. Biting her neck, he runs his finger tips up her inner thigh; a moan slipping through her lips.
“I will make it feel good…I will show you my love…” He harshly whispers in her ear, rubbing his finger over her lips through her panties. Her body responding even if she doesn’t want to, her panties soon getting soaked through by her juices.
“Ichigo is such a bad kitty…” saying his words between his teeth currently nibbling on her right ear lobe. He traces the outside of her ear with the tip of his tongue, his fingers tips mocking the gesture by barely caressing her crotch; Ichigo weakly moving her hips, unconsciously pressing her core against his hand, wanting more friction. Her mind is fighting a losing battle. **This isn’t right… but it feels…ahhhh…so good**
Pulling the elastic of her underwear aside, he slowly slips a single finger inside her wetness, causing her to scream out in ecstasy. Masaya had done this to her before but his fingers weren’t so long and rough. Kisshu’s fingers were calloused from endless years of martial arts training with his sai and the harsh environment of his home planet, they felt wonderful inside her causing an intense friction.
Hearing her cries was too much for him, needing to be inside of her but wanting to see her face as he gave her all of his love. Releasing her hands only for a moment to turn her, Ichigo took the chance to run away. As much has she loved what she was felling she couldn’t help but think about how horrible Masaya would feel.
**I can’t let this happen… for Masaya sake… I have to find a way out**
But running wouldn’t do her any good, she was trapped. Kisshu temper was let loose.
“WHY ARE YOU RUNNING AWAY!!! YOU ARE MINE!!!” Kisshu eyes tinted red with anger, running toward her; she was petrified, never having seen him so livid before. He grabs her tightly around the waist.
“STOP RUNNING FROM ME!!!” spoken more as a loud whisper than a yell.
“I can’t do this, I won’t let you, Masaya is the one I love!” No sooner than the words left Ichigo’s mouth did Kisshu throw her across the room on to his bed.
“MASAYA CANNOT HELP YOU NOW!!! I will make you forget all about him” Using the blunt end of his sai he hit the back of Ichigo’s head. With her vision fading into darkness all she could think of was Masaya…**forgive me**
He removes her clothes from her limp body, somewhere in his mind he knows this isn’t right **But I have to make her see, I have to make her understand that I love her…**
Tying her now naked body to his bed, he won’t let her go. Not now, not ever. He quickly undresses himself, throwing his clothing to the side, not bothering to take off his protective wrist and ankle bands.
He kisses her gently, slowly waking her from her unconscious state.
“I love you. You will be mine” is all he says before pushing his penis deep inside her. Ichigo screams in a mix of pleasure and pain and it is music to his ears.
“I’m giving you everything I have, to show you Ichigo I love you, don’t you understand.” All Ichigo can do now is accept his love, and with tears falling from her eyes she lets Kisshu take her, bound to his bed, crying for the love she feels, for Kisshu, and for the love she will lose, for Masaya.
Kisshu goes faster and deeper, feeling Ichigo resistance slacken. **She will always be mine** Ichigo calls out Kisshu’s name, over and over again she screams.
“Kisshu, I can’t take…..ugghhh…I c..can’t last much…l ..lon…ahhh…longer…” Oh she is beautiful, how long he has been waiting to hear her says these words to him.
“KISSHU…..K…KISSHU!!!” Hearing her scream his name and feeling her inner muscle tighten around him, feeling her overwhelming climax, he couldn’t stop himself, he was going to cum…
And yet he wakes up again… wet and sticky, covered in a layer of sweat, more tired than refreshed. So he got up before the sunrise and headed to the wash like he was a prepubescent male, too tired to care, too tired to be embarrassed. It was going on two weeks these wet dreams.
**Soon I won’t have to dream this; I will wake up beside you. Please Ichigo let me rest**
A/N: I didn’t know if this was confusing. It skips around time wise. If it is too confusing please write a review and suggest how I can change it. Thanks!