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Darien's Tentacular Adventure	By : Renfield Category: Sailor Moon > General Views: 19856 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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The slave woke to unspeakable comfort.
He lay on his back, completely unbound--even his collar had been removed. Not a grain of sand or drop of slime remained on his skin, and he seemed to have been wrapped in layers of soft, smooth cloth. His penis was finally at rest, and although his balls felt full, they were not painfully congested. Someone had dressed him in pajama pants. A strangely refreshing sense of cleanness permeated his entire body, as if he had been washed cell by cell.
He opened his eyes. The bedroom he lay in was at once familiar. He had lived here, once, but how long ago? Some small thing was different....
He tensed up, upon realizing that someone was standing in the adjoining bathroom--someone with a slender build, like the Twins. The someone came to the doorway--
It was a girl: the pretty girl, with the ordinary bedroom, who Brother had shown him through the scry. Now she wore only an ordinary (men's) pajama top, and the handle of a toothbrush protruded from her mouth. Her blue eyes widened when she met the slave's gaze, and she ducked back into the bathroom momentarily, to rinse her mouth.
"Darien!" she half-cried, approaching the bed. "I was so afraid!"
His own name struck him like a tsunami, or just a hammer made of water, clearing away the grotesque film over his memory. Everything became clearer, sharper, and somehow more bittersweet. He wanted to sit up and reach for her, but the blissful "clean" feeling was no substitute for all that had been drained from him.
"I didn't know what they were doing to you. I'm just so glad you're back," Serina continued, shedding a few tears of relief and joy. With gentle, unself-conscious grace, she bent over him, and turned his face to grant him a mint-flavored kiss.
Darien's eyes shot wide as the touch crackled down his arms and spine like a bolt of lightning. He grabbed weakly at the blankets as his back arched.
"Mnah--wha--what was that?!" he gasped in astonishment.
"Um... a kiss?"
"Do it again!" Darien demanded, as if he needed to. She sent another jolt of electricity through his body. His convulsion was stronger this time, but more subdued. His arms felt lighter, and it was slightly easier to move.
"It's energy!" he realized between kisses. "I can feel you pouring it into me, with every kiss!" Small wonder their little world was a mecca for energy-sucking monsters.
Serina smiled. "Gee, maybe it's because I love you," she guessed, and suddenly her expression changed again. "Oh, I almost forgot! Wait right there!" She ran out of the master bedroom.
She returned carrying a massive cut-glass vase crammed with two dozen long-stemmed red roses, and set it on the bedside table. "These were Lita's idea," she admitted.
Darien felt something behind his heart lift. Besides a simple gesture of affection or convalescence, the roses imparted some deep sense of strength and security he could not immediately place. When he did recognize it, a small smile came to his lips. Serina climbed onto the bed and lay sprawled across him, with her head on his chest.
"How long was I gone?" he dared to ask.
"Well.. Mercury said time passed differently, in that dimensional pocket, so--"
"How long was I gone?" he repeated quietly.
"...F..four days."
Four. Only four days. A high-pitched giggle burst from his chest. He really was insignificant, after all. "Four days," he echoed. Serina clamped her arms around his chest, and her concerned gaze steadied him unexpectedly.
"We purified you as much as we could, but Mercury says you'll need more time off to rest up, and get your energy back."
"Half the time, if you're here with me," Darien assessed, kissing her back.
"Oh, you think so?" Serina grinned. She folded back the covers and straddled his body. "Because I would say..." she unbuttoned the pajama top she wore and lay forward, pressing her bare chest and belly full against his "...it might take twice as long!" she finished mischievously. Darien gasped and sighed at the feel of her skin and the sweet influx of energy, less electrical by now than sensual. A full, stiffening sensation began in his groin.
"W-wait," he interrupted. "I think--get off for a moment--"
Serina dismounted in confusion, and knelt on the floor beside the bed. Her lover undid his pajama pants and opened them to reveal a hardening erection. She made a happy noise and reached for it, only to be gently brushed off.
"Please, let me do this myself," Darien said. He'd had a small fear that his long stint of enforced priapism would lead to impotence. He'd also not been able to touch his own dick since the last time he'd been in this room. Serina watched with shining eyes as he stroked himself to full hardness.
The sight brought to mind the scry window in her bedroom the other night, when the male twin had displayed his hostage. The vision of Darien bound all in leather, harder than she'd ever seen him, and struggling not to come as his ass filled with tentacles... the memory made her blush again. She would probably never admit it to him, but that moment had provided some of the best masturbation material ever. Again, she felt her labia swell.
Darien's cock stood on its own again. It swayed and wobbled a little, because it was not spurred on by brutal alien chemicals. He felt a sense of accomplishment, somehow, but could not really lie around enjoying it with his testicles demanding to be unloaded, and his girlfriend pining at his bedside.
"...All right," he decided. Serina shucked off the pajama top with a cheer, and got back onto the bed. "No, don't use your mouth this time. Come here," he prompted, and she lay down as before, with her body pressed full against his.
"A little closer," he coaxed. He slid his hands up beneath her shapely little B-cups, and pulled so that she slid up along his body. Giggling, she went up on her hands and knees, the better to let him play with her breasts. "Oh, how I've missed these," Darien breathed. Serina groaned and leaned into his touch as he kneaded, licked, and nipped.
"Oh--Darien," she whimpered. "Don't make me wait too long! I'm really--I mean, I really... I really want you," she finished, awkwardly, yet no less sincere. Still she was too ladylike to admit when she craved cock.
"I understand." He kissed her again, as he smoothed down her breasts one more time, and let her move again. Serina crawled backwards a step or two, until she felt his hot erection against her crotch. She sat up about halfway and ground her hips back against it, slicking his hard shaft with the juice of her swollen pubis. That might serve to lubricate the top of his member... next she bent his organ up against his belly, and rubbed her vulva against its underside, pressing his erection between his belly and her pussy. Darien gasped sharply.
"Don't--don't make me squirt it on myself," he appealed. "Let me put it in." Almost impatiently, she took his hand and guided it down to his engorged penis.
"Just hurry," she said, and then "Ah!" as the head of his cock slipped into her. She gasped all the more, and her hips trembled when he peeled back the tender folds of her sex to watch his thick shaft sink into her. "Put the rest in!" she begged, and again he could not deny her.
Serina rode him with a vigor he had not expected, born of her own desperation and frustration. In fact, she came before he did, when he remembered precisely the right way to use his thumb on her clit. Her fingers bit into his ribs as she came, almost sobbing with release, and then she fell back to his chest, fragrant with sweat. Darien cupped her buttocks and murmured her name into her ear, as he erupted into her. His climax brought small grunts of pleasure and assent from Serina. His apartment would smell like sex for another day.
They lay locked together for some time, only kissing and touching drowsily.
"I didn't expect that to feel... quite so draining," she reflected aloud.
"Well, you did give me half your energy, didn't you," he reminded her with another kiss. During the next pause, it finally occurred to him what had changed about his bedroom.
"They took my picture," he remembered. "The one on my dresser, the one of us."
"Oh, I guess we'll have to make a new one, then," Serina answered through a yawn.
"Are you going to be here in the morning?" Darien asked.
"I wouldn't be anywhere else."
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