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Sang Sur les Roses	By : Saoirse Category: +S to Z > Utena Views: 2873 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Facedown on the cold black marble Touga pushed himself
up, his arms vibrating from the tension. The shutters were down and he couldn�t
make out a damn thing, not even his hand waving before his nose. His white
jacket hung open dusting the floor he felt a fine sheen of perspiration on his
smooth chest begin to collect as he drew nearer to the heat source. Touga knew
that son of a bitch would be there perched on the projector; wide-eyed and dreamy
like the lot of them. Just another fantasy he would have to contend with, or
was Utena�s confrontation with Anthy realistic to a degree? When the Lucifer
handed you the dice he stayed far out of its path. The observatory�s projector
glowed and hummed with an awesome, impossible power and its construct even more
impressive. A host of prismatic rays shot every color of the rainbow from the
portholes on the gigantic projection globe. It resembled a disproportionate
dumbbell really. On a circular dais it was raised a dozen or so feet in the
air, a pair of chrome struts suspended it and the ribcage projector housed
hundreds of lenses no larger than a doll�s eye inside generating the star
maps appearing on the dome. A steel ladder bolted to the massive traversing
crossbar was his perch, but Touga did not find his grievous silhouette. He
oddly was at ease with that though he could imagine what surprises were in
store for him at a later time. All that was required was patience. The
projector was computer controlled, something Touga became familiar with quickly
and he took to the keyboard immediately bringing the machine to life.

The constellations were in place and the world was where
it should be. Always in motion with no change or deviation. A ripple of worry
ebbed through the seventeen-year-old redhead, was he not the chosen successor?
He who would ultimately take his place on the projector master of all games,
perpetrator of all secrets. Ultimate power just beyond and he could see it, the
broken red-carpeted viaduct over the parapets! Why couldn�t he see it until
now? Had he wasted so much of his time here toying with things and being toyed
with? Leaving the controls Touga strutted to the doors and leaping with a track
runner�s skill he landed on the bridge, the scruff of debris crushing beneath
his shoes. A white protective French grille over the oak double doors had
plaits of thorny white rose chains woven throughout. The deep maroon varnish
was comforting as he wrapped an excited fist around one of the long gold
handles.

�Ah-ah-ah-ahh�!� The sound dark and rich as the
overpowering tea plantations of his native soil curled its fingers out from the
darkness. �What did I say about getting ahead of yourself, Seitokaichou?� Touga
pulled back once again standing on the black marble. No longer did he bother to
pose any of the silly, immature questions of his adolescence at these times.
The band struck up and the familiar caresses of hands were on his body, the
sensation first on his face then to his buttocks. Touga gasped without meaning
to when he was clawed in his prince�s possessive grasp. One hand unfurled along
his hip and another at his shoulder as Touga was whirled into the dance
promenaded so easily unifying with the music. The prince in full white regalia:
coattails, boots, an emerald brooch encrusted with rubies, a golden spearhead
and fleur-de-lis at the ends of his red velvet braids. His silvery lavender
hair freed from its usual ponytail. He glided them along as though he were born
from the orchestra and made for music. Touga dizzy and his body unable to reach
any kind of equilibrium he felt as though he were about to lose his footing but
never seemed to. The plethora of stars above acted as eyes, billions of them
unblinking scrutinizing and spying on him. His every movement assessed,
dissected and recorded, unbending lynching him tighter and tighter. Abruptly
the room was silent as a sepulcher and the back of Touga�s knees hit the edge
of a mattress.

Floating above was the prince�s hawkish grinning face and
acerbic leaf green eyes. His white linen covered knee wedged callously into
Touga�s crotch, the cock waking. �Now you know Mr. President,� he sighed
languorously, �I put all my hopes on your victory.� The prince undid the button
on his pants and reached for the zipper. �But you know you still must learn
patience� and I believe a little refresher course is needed� Anthy�� The prince
sang. A spotlight beamed on the Rose Bride in her white and red finery. Touga
was sprawled out on a Queen Anne four-poster, the chalky light struck and
gleamed along the footboard�s copper-gold railing like a sword. Anthy�s ebony
satin pumps clicked tenderly, her skirts swished on the floor as she covered
Touga�s cock with her mouth. Her painted scarlet mouth exercised a merciless
suction, her tongue tracing every blushing ridge and bulbous indigo vein.
Anthy�s pink meat outlined the seam on the underside of Touga�s teeming organ,
swallowing him again she regulated her motions allowing only her tongue to flay
him.

Touga hissed and groaned above, his sweat soaked chest
rose and fell unevenly and his jacket rolled down his arms. His sweat dampened
the carnation silk sheets as he reached to stroke Anthy�s slender neck and
small head working him with a brilliant savagery. For a brief heavenly moment
he felt the gossamer soft trails of pink stroke his inner thighs and blue eyes
smolder into his own. Touga blinked and convulsed almost ripping his cock from
between the Rose Bride�s lips. �It�s all right Touga,� the prince sympathized.
�You can pretend, Anthy and I don�t mind at all. We do it quite a bit ourselves
you see�� he confessed. �Utena� released him and stood between his spread legs
taking both his hands bringing them to her ribs and caressing them upwards to
span her breasts. His fingers tensed on the mounds of flesh under the pink
taffeta and satin unwillingly.

�I love you Touga�� Anthy replicated Utena�s voice to a
chilling perfection. Or was he too late and her ghost was forever caged in this
funhouse? He made a dreadful miscalculation. �I need you inside me�� Her glossy
pink lips parted and the opening bars of the Ave Maria were heard. Shucking his
trousers Touga let his skin properly breathe, the smoky night air whipped at it
as he gathered Utena to his mouth and sucked the breath from her, laving at her
lips with great strokes of his tongue. The prince licked his chops at this
truly magnificent dish, such innocent flesh waiting to be devoured and tainted
by his touch not just blotting the surface that would be too simple and tame.
Touga shredded Utena�s pink and black gown and threw her back on the bed, she
stretched out beneath him ruffling the satin her stroking ass tempting him.
�Touga�� She crooned.

His fingers drummed on her
flat, white belly. �Touch yourself,� Touga commanded through his smirk.
�Pretend it�s me.� Utena undulated slicking her lips, slowly sucking on her
fingers and slid them low parting the labia. Embarrassingly wet each pass
produced an inviting squelch from her sweet pink. Her fingers dove deep and her
young, nubile body seized up as she pumped her hips riding her index and middle
fingers. Touga pressed his palms flat on her hips to temporarily halt her.

�Let�s see�� The prince said disparaging them from above. Touga
looped his index finger and thumb around her tiny wrist to extract her hand.
Her juices spilled to the sheets soaking her buttocks and drizzled on her lower
abdomen as Touga presented her hand to the prince. Inspecting his find, the
silken moisture gleamed lasciviously wrapping his tongue and lips around
the fingers absorbing the juices onto his palette. �Anthy�� He growled, her
panting mouth ready for him just under his crotch.

�Onii-sama�� She whined. Touga positioned himself between
�Utena�s� legs, �Then we shall take this one together.� Threading his
fingers through his little sister�s smooth mauve tresses the prince�s mighty
cock plunged into her mouth as Touga already within her thrusted carelessly.

I�m more than a man and I don�t fear falling

I�ve fallen further than your eyes can see,

But something inside me, your body is calling

I�m tumbling toward you like a doom prophecy

I want you to run, want you to make me give chase

Beg for mercy when caught, tears staining your face

Then succumb to desire, see with eyes open wide

As I
tear into your chest and slide deep inside�

TSUZUKU
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