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Moondance	By : DrunkenScotsman Category: +M to R > Rosario Vampire Views: 11329 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: Characters and world of Rosario+Vampire are the intellectual property of Ikeda Akihisa. I make no money from writing this piece.

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Chapter 4: Footloose
- FemDom (mild), Fetish (foot)

Tsukune reclined on the plush mattress, watching his date with wide, nervous eyes. Relax, he steadied himself. She promised not to hurt you. Nonetheless, the young man felt a strong sense of trepidation with the way Moka’s gaze fixated on his crotch.

The silver-haired vampire approached the mattress slowly, deliberately. Her stomach churned and roiled, as though she’d swallowed an entire swarm of butterflies. She gathered the material of her dress and hiked up the frontward hem. “Tell me, Tsukune, do you like my feet?” she asked with a smile somewhere between coy and shy. “Do you… think they’re beautiful?”

What an odd question, the human boy thought, but I should probably answer it to keep her happy. His eyes soon lingered on the instruments of his frequent salvation, the channels for her monstrous might, the harbingers of destruction for her foes.

Moka’s feet were long, especially for a girl, and surprisingly delicate. Her toes sloped gently, one into the next, each one tipped with a perfectly-pedicured nail. The arch leading from the ball of her foot to her heel formed a shallow downward parabola. Every centimeter of skin was smooth and callus-free.

“Honestly,” he answered finally, “yeah, I do.” Tsukune laughed and added, “It’s almost hard to believe you beat people up with them; they look almost… fragile.”

Moka laughed as well, raising her foot to rest on the mattress. Seeing Tsukune flinch as if expecting her to strike prompted her to remind her date, “Don’t worry. I promise not to hurt you on purpose. You’ll want to hold still so I don’t hurt you by accident.” Bright red stained her cheeks as she added, “In fact, I plan for this to feel… quite pleasant… for you.”

Carefully, deliberately, she lifted her foot again and wiggled her toes. Not until her foot alighted atop the fabric of his boxers did Tsukune divine her purpose. The young man’s eyes widened in shock, both at the realization and at the raw sensation of Moka, any part of her, touching him there.

“Just to be clear, I’m not doing this for you,” the young woman explained. “I just don’t want this… thing… prodding me while I’m trying to sleep.” She gathered her dress away from that leg for freedom of movement, the fabric cascading around the limb thanks to the slit on the side. With that, she began exploring.

As Moka trailed her foot along his bulge, Tsukune admired her leg in all its long, lean lusciousness. Mainly he found himself mesmerized by the curve of her calf; though he wondered why, since Yokai Academy’s uniform skirts barely covered anything, showing at least as much leg as Moka currently was. Maybe it’s because, right now, she’s choosing to let it show, he surmised. Soon, though, he found himself unable to focus on anything other than the feeling of her foot through his boxers.

For her part, Moka focused, maintaining a careful balance on her support foot while caressing with the other. She tried not to place too much pressure on Tsukune’s member, not desiring to go back on her word by hurting him, even unintentionally. Whatever his boxers were made of felt good against her sole, and she imagined the material made comfortable underwear.

She listened carefully to Tsukune’s breathing and watched his face as she explored, sifting his reactions for clues about which movements felt best to him. She used the crook of her toes – the short length between the ball of the foot and the pad of the toe – along the length. She caressed the base with her instep. She brushed the tip with all five toes. She pressed the whole length of her foot against him, the curve of him nestling flush against the arch of her foot near-perfectly. She stroked with the gap between her first two toes and the crease in the midst of the ball of her foot. Soon she settled into a slow, sensual rhythm.

Minutes passed as Moka stroked Tsukune. By his facial expressions, she could plainly see he was enjoying himself, but not to the degree she expected. “Clearly, this isn’t enough,” she observed. “I need to up the ante.”

“Wh-What do you mean?”

The young woman tapped her chin with her forefinger. A thought occurred, and she lowered her foot. “Since I don’t plan on wearing this dress to sleep in, now’s as good a time as any…” Here she paused, blushing.

Tsukune felt a nosebleed threaten to burst forth. No way… is she really gonna…? Deep down, he really hoped she was implying what he thought she was implying.

Noticing his reaction, Moka smirked. “Yes, that would excite you, wouldn’t it?” she teased. She then spun smartly and sauntered over to the closet. “You badly want to see me naked. I’m afraid I’ll have to disappoint you.” Leaving her back to him, she reached back for her zipper.

After a few moments’ struggling, during which Tsukune wondered how an S-class supermonster could have trouble with a zipper, Moka sighed and admitted defeat. “I can’t grip it properly,” she grumbled. “You’ll have to… help me.” At that precise moment, the vampire found herself glad that her date couldn’t see the look of chagrin on her face.

The young man stood, unable to believe his ears. “How did you put it on by yourself?” he asked as he approached.

“Yukari,” answered Moka. “She lives on the same floor, and she was all too eager to help me dress up for you.” She inhaled sharply as she sensed her date standing behind her now, his hands gathering her hair and moving it all to the side, in the process brushing against the bare skin of her shoulders and giving her goosebumps. The vampire licked her suddenly-dry lips.

The zipper hummed its way down her back, and the black dress lost, by degrees, its ability to constrain her. First, it loosened around her bosom before falling away, exposing her deep-crimson bra trimmed with black lace. The fabric accumulated at her hips until the dress was fully unzipped; at that point the weight of the garment crested the curves of her hips and rear to slide down her legs and pool at her feet.

Peering over her shoulder, Tsukune’s eyes followed the line of her neck. Her collarbones looked almost dainty, and they definitely looked kissable. Finally, his gaze rested on the cream-colored swells of her breasts and the deep valley of her cleavage. Each breath she took caused her bosom to rise and fall in a manner the young man found utterly, delightfully tantalizing.

Never before had Tsukune Aono been so glad to be taller than someone else.

As if sensing where his eyes hovered, Moka bent down to remove that area from his view and to retrieve her discarded dress. Once she’d bent fully forward, her rump rubbed against Tsukune – specifically, the stiffness inside his still-tented boxers. A thrill of excitement shot up her spine and down her legs to her toes. For one brief moment, she entertained the notion of rocking herself up and down, the mere thought exciting her further. Instead, she decided to tell her date, “You’re much too close, Tsukune. I’ve no more need of you, so go lie back down.”

The young man hesitated for a long moment before backing away. I can’t believe she rubbed up against me like that! he exulted as he lay back down. He returned his attention to his date to notice her choice of underwear: a skinny black thong that left her taut derriere totally, utterly, gloriously exposed. As fair as Moka’s skin was, and as smooth her muscle tone, her lower half might easily be mistaken for marble. Thus entranced, he didn’t notice her fingers unclasp her bra.

Upright again, Moka felt Tsukune’s gaze on her legs and rear, which gave her the courage to remove her bra and hang it up with her dress. Face aflame, the young woman didn’t dare turn around to face her date just yet. Her heart pounded in her ears.

What do I do now? No matter how much it might excite him to see me, I’m not ready to show him this much of me so soon, she fretted. Even though I can’t sleep in a bra, why did I take it off already? She let out a ragged breath as she thought about feeling his body against hers just moments ago…

On instinct, Moka’s hands moved to cup her breasts. The raw sensation of her fingers running over her nipples caused her to shiver. At that moment, the solution to her quandary presented itself.

Tsukune could barely believe his eyes when Moka began turning to face him. Her stomach was flat and well-toned, with a deep navel that he found quite adorable. Her thighs, smooth and pale and solid, also briefly commanded his attention. His focus shifted soon to her breasts, though, which were much too full for her long, slender, well-manicured-fingered hands to even approach covering completely. The young man wished that she would lower her hands.

His hopes remained unfulfilled, though, as the silver-headed beauty returned to the side of the bed. Moka smirked, loving the way Tsukune’s eyes seemed to drink in the sight of her. She raised one foot and ran it along his leg to tease him. “Shall we continue?” she purred.

Soon the two teens had returned to their previous mode: her foot gliding along the bulge in his boxers, his eyes glazed over at the sensation and at the sight of so much of her milky skin. Both felt their excitement building, building, building. Once she was certain that Tsukune was too distracted by pleasure to notice, Moka began subtly stroking her nipples with her hands, sending jolts of pleasure up and down her spine.

I’ll soak this thong past the point of comfort soon, she worried. What will I do then – take them off too? At the moment… I can’t say I’m opposed to the idea.

At that moment, Moka felt the young man’s bulge twitch against her foot. Her eyes widened when she noticed a damp spot forming where the tip should be. He’s close, realized the young woman. He’s about to have a much worse problem than wet panties. Immediately she pulled her foot away, resting it on the edge of the mattress.

“Don’t stop now,” Tsukune groaned in protest. “Please… don’t tease me like that.”

“Listen, Tsukune,” Moka began, her whole face radiating heat as she fought to keep her voice even, “you need to… take off your underwear.” Before the young man could register what she’d just said, she plowed ahead. “Otherwise, you’ll… dirty… them and won’t have them to wear tomorrow.”

“Oh. Good thinking,” he responded as he panted with thwarted desire. Even though this wasn’t the first time he’d undressed in front of a woman, Tsukune still felt a mixture of nerves and excitement ebbing and flowing in turn. With a deep breath, he slid his boxers down to his knees.

Moka exhaled shakily. Excitement thrummed down her spine from her eyes straight to her groin. Seeing Tsukune’s member stiff and twitching lightly sparked an inchoate, primal yearning deep within the young woman. She kneaded her breasts, which only intensified her need.

Control yourself, she chided as she rested her foot on Tsukune once more. Just standing with her legs apart, so close to her date’s nearly-naked body, threatened to undermine her self-control, though – to say nothing of feeling his flesh against hers as she resumed stroking him. If he doesn’t finish soon… I don’t know what I might do.

For his part, Tsukune groaned at the sensation of Moka’s foot directly on his member. Her skin felt smooth and supple, and her touch was surprisingly gentle. The pleasure he’d felt before was nothing compared to what he was feeling now. With each stroke, tension coiled within him, signaling to him that release was near. The tip dribbled.

The two teens’ eyes met. The young man saw the smoldering desire in his date’s eyes, and that was enough to send him over the edge. Moka gasped as she felt him pulse beneath her foot, spurting his seed all over his stomach. She pulled her foot away as if burned, in order to keep it clean.

Tsukune groaned as his climax subsided. “Moka… oh… that felt great,” he told her in a daze. “Thank you.”

Unsure quite what to do, the young woman stood, suddenly self-conscious about her near-nudity. “You’re welcome, Tsukune,” she replied as she surveyed the mess she’d caused. “I should… get something to clean you with.” As Tsukune’s spent member started to soften, Moka experienced a rush of triumph at having given him such pleasure using only her foot, tinged with a vague sense of disappointment.

When Moka left for the restroom, Tsukune watched as long as he could, though he was careful not to move too much, lest the semen covering his stomach spill onto the sheets. While she ran the water, ostensibly to wet a cloth, the young man collected his thoughts. I can’t believe all that just happened, he marveled as his mind grew less muddled. Weird as it may sound, her foot felt amazing. I just wish I’d lasted longer – who knows how much further things might’ve gone!

At that point, the practically-naked Moka returned with a wet cloth. Her hair had been rearranged, hanging like shimmering silver streams down the front of her body to obscure her breasts. Kneeling beside the mattress, she blotted his stomach with the warm cloth. Her careful, precise movements belied the lack of eye contact between them. “I’ll hand it to you, Tsukune,” she said, breaking the increasingly-awkward silence, “you lasted much longer than I’d expected.”

“Do you need me to… to do anything for you too?” he asked, reaching up to touch her arm.

His hand stopped short, though, as Moka skewered him with a penetrating glare. “I never gave you permission to touch me,” she warned him. “You’ve done well tonight, but don’t push your luck.”

Tsukune nodded and lay still. The mask is back on; the walls are back up, he mused sadly. I guess I’ve still got a lot to do if I want Moka to open her heart to me after all.

Once she’d finished cleaning him, the teens prepared to sleep. Tsukune returned his boxers to their proper place, and Moka pulled the coverlet up to her collarbones. Both stared at the ceiling in silence.

The handful of centimeters between them may as well have been a kilometer.

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A/N: So this is my early update, in the wee hours of Tuesday morning. This will have to hold you until at least a week from Thursday, maybe Friday. I'll be AFK for a week. I've responded to everyone's reviews in the discussion thread (link in AN of previous chapter), so please hit up the forum if you're interested. I encourage all readers to give me feedback via rating, reviewing, PMing, or joining that discussion thread, especially considering the subject matter of this chapter is something new for me. Let me know if it's gross and never do it again, or surprisingly hot, or what.
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