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Snatched-Discontinued	By : AquaTonic Category: Sailor Moon > Crossovers Views: 4340 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Snatched

Chapter Five

I felt sick. My head was spinning and I couldn’t remember where I was. Disoriented, I stumbled into a bathroom to splash cold water on my face before gazing into the mirror. My eyes were red, as if I hardly slept, and then the nausea. I scrambled to the toilet and felt my stomach empty. Shaky and weakened, I found comfort in the cool sink water.

“Mako, are you alright?” asked Rei, slightly looking better but her hair a wild mess. I tried not to giggle at how horrid we both seemed. Now that I was able to focus, I remembered the evening so clear. We went to the spa, and spent the day being pampered for the next day. Dinner, we met up with Haruka, Michiru, and Setsuna before going off for our special evening: a male strip club. I knew Minako was behind it as we spent my short-noticed bridal-shower and bachelorette party. I don’t remember how many drinks we had, but things turned extra wild when Usagi went back to the hotel for the night. Rei, Minako, and I got up to dance on stage. My body was sore. Haruka, Michiru, and Setsuna kept watch but allowed themselves to enjoy the party too. We were shocked when Ami took a shot from one of the dancer’s belly buttons. After drinks at the club, Minako surprised us with a private after party with some of the dancers. It was fun as I crashed in Rei’s room, and Minako had an interesting room full.

“I’ll be fine, what time is it?” I asked, drying my face and hands. Rei led the way back into her room and checked the phone. I saw her face contort.

“What time do you need to be at the palace?” asked Rei, searching for a towel.

“Ten to start getting ready,” I answered, feeling worried. Rei threw a towel at me.

“Don’t wash your hair, I’ll get Minako up so we can get going,” Rei said. I didn’t dare look at the time and just followed orders. Given a robe, I followed Rei into the adjoined living room while she zipped the back of her amethyst knee-length cocktail dress. Minako whirled out of her room holding a box.

“Mako, get down to the limo and you can get into this,” she said as the three of us left. Turning on my phone, I was bombarded with messages and voicemails. I nearly froze at the time: 10:30. We were supposed to leave an hour ago. I couldn’t believe I was going to be late for my own wedding…Shoved into the limo, Minako pushed the box into my lap before she started styling Rei’s hair and making a phone call.

“Hey Setsuna, we’re running a little behind. Could you pull the make-up kit out, and check the dress? We’ll be there in ten minutes,” Minako said and hung-up. I glared at the contents in the box before glowering at Minako, who smiled. “It’s that or nothing.”

Being as modest as possible, I pulled on the laced lingerie; corset top, panties, garter belt, and thigh length sheer nylons.

“I’ll tie it Mako,” Rei offered as I pulled it up and sat straight as she fastened it. I was surprised at how tightly Rei pulled it and I felt my body squish up to make my bust look larger. Minako finished her own hair by the time we stopped; I slipped into my heels, and wrapped my robe tightly. We jogged to an entrance where Goten stood relieved. He led the way to my dressing room.

“I got a little worried after you didn’t come home last night,” Goten commented. I flashed a smile.

“Bachelorette party.” Goten lifted his brows at the idea. Once we entered the room, all hell broke loose. Minako and Rei started on my hair while Michiru and Setsuna started on my make-up. Usagi stood with glittering emotional eyes that I almost couldn’t watch. It was either hormones or the realization that one of her friends was getting married. I was glad to have all the help I could get, especially from Michiru and Setsuna who were older and we didn’t spend as much time with. Being private guards for Usagi kept them distant, but that was how they liked to be. Michiru was someone I looked up to, like a mother, with her wavy sea foam hair and dazzling blue eyes. It looked as if she had risen from the tides of the ocean. She had taught me how to dance so smoothly and I always tried my best to get to know her while watching to learn manners for when I became a ruler of the emerald tower.

Setsuna was different though, always distant but kind. I thought it was due to how long she’d been watching over the Gates of Time but had finally made the technology to make it possible to be with us. She had a monitoring system she created to always have data sent to her personal phone if there was even the smallest rift in the tide of time. I sometimes felt like Setsuna; lonely and feeling out of the loop. The rest of the senshi still had their families to go and visit while I had nothing. Just my flower shop and my friends; at times I’d feel left out and couldn’t wait to start my own family just to have a feeling of being normal in my life. At times, I could see it in Setsuna’s dark amethyst eyes how distant she felt. But she did love to shop, and looked fabulous in anything with her warm bronzed skin and dark jade, almost dark, hair.

“You’re going to be a beautiful bride,” Michiru said, finishing my lipstick. The moment she moved, I was amazed by what I saw in the mirror. All my hair was piled in curls that looked about to fall while a few wrangled down over a shoulder. The make-up set perfect accents on my eyes, naturally highlighting my features, and added color to my mouth.

“No tears just yet,” Setsuna commented with a warm smile. I held back my bubbling tears and let out a few calming breaths.

“Let’s get that dress on,” Minako announced. Looking to the set-up gown, I shed my robe and slipped into the strapless heart shaped mermaid gown with lace and hand beaded accents of a golden color. Down the back of the train, the real work of the beads came out in flowing curving designs. I already felt shaky and hoped I wouldn’t stumble down the aisle.

“The veil,” Setsuna whispered softly and helped Michiru pin it in. I had stayed away from the traditional veil as it moved down my back and to the end of the train. The edges were laced with the same golden bead work. Minako had out done herself. A soft knock at the door stole all our attention as I watched Haruka’s head pop in while she wore a traditional penguin tuxedo. I felt happy she was going to hand me off in the place of my father. It was an honor to ask her. I remember when Motoki proposed how I came about to ask her. We were going for a ride on her motorcycle and stopped at the beach with my picnic basket. Her cropped blondish-brown hair was feathering from her helmet and hard, dark blue gaze out to the sea. I knew it reminded her of Michiru, which was always romantic.

“A little behind schedule, but worth the wait,” Haruka said with one of her dazzling grins.

“Your flowers, and fashionably late,” Ami said, looking at her watch and handing me a bouquet of lilies, roses, and baby’s breath. I couldn’t pay attention as we seemed to breeze down the winding halls until we stood before two large white doors that led to the throne room, I presumed.

“Wait,” Setsuna said quickly as she knelt before me and shoved a garter high up my leg. I blushed at the embarrassment. “For good luck.”

“Thank you,” I whispered. Haruka held out her sleeved arm and I hooked on, ready for my future to begin. I was almost blinded by the light as the doors opened and music began. I was taking in so much at once that I didn’t know what to focus on first. The throne room was large, with a high ceilings made of iron and glass. The design was intricate and amazing as it let in the natural light making it possible to lower the amount of consumed energy. Pillars lined the walls of granite, matching the flooring of a white and grey swirled marble. Gold colored accents were molded as decoration. I could tell Trunks picked out gold, white, and blue just by the theme. Even the runner I walked on was of a royal blue with gold lacing. Dark wooden pews filled this spacious room where each side was filled leading to the steps of the throne. There he stood; tall, strong, withheld, and staring straight at me. Each step felt like slow motion as I stared straight at him and watched him begin the decent to meet me at the bottom of the steps.

“Don’t make me regret this,” Haruka warned in a low whisper that the three of us could only hear. Handing me off, I gazed at my handsome groom. His eyes were not the only thing smiling as I saw the warmth spread to his mouth. My own had been up and my cheeks already ached.

“Shall we?” Trunks asked as my legs felt rooted to the spot. I gave a single nod and followed him up the steps to stand before the pulpit. Our ceremony was unity candles with traditional vows incorporated with royal vows for taking the throne. I couldn’t stop gazing at Trunks while the words didn’t register but my mouth moved on its own. Taking his ring, I slid it on his finger as nervousness washed through my belly. The candles had been lit, we had knelt to receive our golden crowns, and our ceremony was coming to an end while the minister finished his speech. I remembered the deal I made with Minako the previous night and got ready. The moment our lips touched, I wrapped my arms around him and pull close. Out of all the clapping and cheering, Minako was the loudest.

“Welcome the newly appointed King and Queen of Northern Satan City,” an announcer boomed. More cheering ensued as we walked down the aisle while directions were given to the guests. Trunks took me back to my changing room and quickly shut the door.

“We have twenty minutes to change attires before meeting in the ball room,” Trunks explained quickly. I felt that those twenty minutes were otherwise planned for something other than changing as the heat radiated from him.

“I just need the veil removed and back pinned.” Trunks carefully lifted the crown and placed it on the vanity table before moving around the back to unpin the veil. Neatly put it on the vanity table, I was nervous as Trunks started fidgeting with my dress in the back. “One of the girls---”

“I will,” Trunks interrupted. I felt the blush creep up as I felt his fingers gently work the back hidden latches in the beading to pin up the train and spotted a small paper with directions. Minako must have been at the bottom of this. “I didn’t think you would kiss me like that.”

I couldn’t help but giggle, knowing the reason behind it. I was sure it made a few women blush to see me take control so quickly and slap one on him.

“We’ll only be here once, why not make the most of it?” I asked, watching in the mirror as he finished smoothing down the hems of my dress and then stood. There was a smoldering musk in his eyes that I knew had to be bubbling passion. From the night before, the passion between us had budded and I was sure he needed his own release. Not wanting to gaze at him in the mirror any longer, I turned and felt me pulled up briskly against him. Before I could even blink, I felt the passion of his mouth against mine as desire spread through my body. The nervousness and lack of sleep kicked in, making my knees give out as he caught me with a smile. “Trunks…”

“It’s time,” he spoke lowly as I regained my footing. With my crown back on, I began to focus on the palace while we walked to the ballroom. White doors, grey with white swirls marble flooring, and open space to breath. Windows and large archways seemed to be favored in the design. Gold accents were added in a Victorian/Crystal Tokyo taste. I didn’t have time to gaze at all the decorations or pictures before we reached a set of white wooden French doors opened to the lavish ballroom. Tables were to the left with lily and rose center pieces, ivory cloths, and silverware adored. In the middle of the domed ceiling, the same as the throne room, a large, bright, gold and crystal chandelier curved and brightened the room. So far, this felt like my favorite piece of the palace. From three other sets of French doors, I could see a long balcony leading to a garden where autumn leaves were already falling.

We were ushered to a table the moment we entered, located at the center. Everyone moved to their seats; the atmosphere dimmed, and brunch began to be served. Our table consisted of his family and select friends of mine to even the numbers. Bulma, Vegeta, and Bra, then on my side Haruka, Michiru, and Ami. The closest two tables were the Son family and my friends.

“A toast,” Haruka began, pushing to her feet holding the champagne glass. “I have known Makoto for a number of years, watched over her like a daughter, and seen her blossom into a beautiful young woman and princess. If I could keep her locked in a tower, I would. I’m glad she was able to find someone like Trunks that could coax that hair down and make the climb up to her heart. To Trunks and Makoto, may they be blessed with happiness and fertility.”

I still held back my tears and gave Haruka a kiss on the cheek for her lovely toast. The next toaster was Goten, gazing at Trunks as I saw the embarrassment still in his eyes when he caught my glance.

“Trunks and I grew up together, and I’ve seen how cautious he is when it comes to bringing a woman home to the family. None could compare to Makoto,” Goten began, washing me with a compliment. “Trunks is the kind of man I could look up to. Building his palace, being a leader in technology, and one of the greatest businessmen I’ve met. I know he will rise to be a great King like my brother Gohan, and next to him will be one of the first and greatest Queens of Satan City.”

Goten had a way for speeches, but I was surprised he wasn’t a king as well. I assumed both were around the same age. I watched from our perch at the murmurs and everyone enjoying themselves. I hardly spoke but felt content in this dreamlike moment that would last for the rest of my life. His warm hand startled me as I gazed at the designs.

“Enjoying yourself?” asked Trunks, leaning near my ear. I smiled.

“Very much. I can’t wait to tour the palace,” I answered and saw his own proud grin while his eyes overlooked the ceiling. “It’s very amazing…I didn’t even know you designed it. This is a very beautiful accomplishment to be proud of!”

Trunks lifted my fingers up to tenderly kiss them. I could feel the heat coming from him.

“Shall we open the dance floor?” he asked as I peered to the empty area where the musicians wanted to begin. With a nod, he led me to the dance floor as a soft waltz began for our first dance. I was surprised he could dance to a waltz with all those muscles. I never had a great dance partner, except for Haruka and Michiru. As the next song began, others joined us. In the middle of a spin, partners switched. I looked up to see Mamoru’s kind smile.

“Congratulations Mako,” Mamoru said, his dark midnight eyes sparkling. Usagi was lucky to have such a great, kind husband.

“Congratulations on your new addition,” I said. Mamoru pulled up a proud grin.

“Usagi had her heart set on trying for a son,” Mamoru replied. “I heard she tried to push a little one on you already.”

“Yeah, but we’ll see. I’d rather take one day at a time,” I answered, feeling another partner switch. With a twist, I felt the pull that brought me into the arms of Trunks’ sister. We both smiled and giggled at the odd switch that left Haruka and Mamoru together. I took the lead. I couldn’t believe how much Bra looked exactly like her mother with the same long, curled turquoise hair and warm sparkling blue eyes. I wondered if she trained just as Trunks did as a child but found it odd she didn’t have the same bulging amount of muscles.

“There’s something I should warn you about my brother,” Bra started a bit urgently.

“Should I plan an annulment?” I joked and watched her giggle.

“Nothing that extreme,” Bra answered with a warm smile before having the same serious face that reminded me of Vegeta. “He can be very stubborn, is used to getting things his way, and doesn’t talk about private matters. That distant and cold outlook is just to protect him. With this marriage, you will slowly gain the chisel to change that.”

Her words stuck with me as we changed partners and I found myself eye to eye with my father-in-law. He had a proud sneer and was as smooth a mover as Trunks on the dance floor. This was the first dance that was quiet, the first chance where I could take in the joy and feelings. But this was also my chance to talk to Vegeta.

“Today is your day too,” I said, catching his attention sharply. “If it wasn’t for you, I would have never met your son or came to Satan City. Thank you.”

I saw him try to hold in that broad grin starting to spread. Before he could speak, we changed partners again and I ended up with Goten; he still looked sheepish.

“You look beautiful,” he commented, trying to start a conversation. “I need to apologize for before…”

“Goten, you were just curious. You didn’t mean any harm. But, there is someone I would like you to meet,” I said, gazing around the room until I spotted Minako dancing with Trunks. We moved just in range for the partner switch. I saw all the couples coming together. Rei and Yuichiro, although she didn’t want to admit it, Ami and Ryo, Usagi and Mamoru, Haruka and Michiru, Bulma and Vegeta, and Chi Chi and Goku. It was a beautiful sight to behold. Now I was able to join that circle.

“Are you ready to begin our honeymoon?” asked Trunks. My brows rose as I looked at the watch on his wrist. How could time slip away? The ceremony was at eleven and it was already approaching four. “The luggage and flight is standing by.”

“Does it need to be tonight?” I asked, feeling a bit terrified to leave so soon. I knew what could happen from today’s excitement. “Everyone traveled to see us, why not let it last as long as it can?”

“Tomorrow then,” he replied and pulled me closer for the rest of the dance. I was wrong to suggest tomorrow as the crowds grew smaller and smaller within the hour. But at least this would give me one night to admire our new home.

“Mako!” a tiny voice said, pulling at the edge of my dress. I felt us part as I gazed down at Chibi-usa. Her arms reached up as her blue eyes dazzled. I pulled her into my arms as I felt her snuggle closely. “Mommy and Daddy are ready to go but I want you to tell me a naptime story.”

“It’s a little late for a nap,” I replied, brushing her wandering pink strands away. I felt her grip a little stronger.

“But I won’t want to leave you with him,” Chibi-usa proclaimed and I tried my hardest not to laugh. I was sure no one explained matters to Chibi-usa, especially since she thought my wedding would be to Motoki. “Where’s Uncle Toki?”

The words pierced as I kept a warm smile and got Chibi-usa to look at me. I saw the concern written on Usagi’s face as she pulled away from a conversation to aid.

“Chibi-usa,” I spoke calmly at her glistening eyes. “Sometimes plans don’t work out. Remember when you were going to the zoo but were unable to?”

“Yes, then Mommy promised to take me another day so we got ice cream on the way home,” she answered enthusiastically.

“Uncle Toki and I are like that trip to the zoo. It didn’t work out,” I answered and saw her nod. “Trunks is like the trip to the ice cream parlor. Instead of the zoo, I got ice cream instead.”

“Is he your favorite flavor?” Chibi-usa whispered. Usagi laughed at her daughter’s question.

“My absolute favorite,” I answered, watching her smile as her thoughts started going.

“Wow, a favorite flavor you married,” she said, and then looked at Usagi. “Mommy, I want to marry Chocolate Chip Cookie Dough!”

“Someday, maybe you will,” Usagi said, outstretching her arms to take the three year old. “Thank you Makoto. The other little one is acting up so Mamoru and I will be heading back to the hotel.”

I gave Usagi a warm hug and kiss on the cheek.

“Thank you Usa, Chibi-usa, and Mamoru,” I said, planting a soft kiss on Chibi-usa’s head before giving Mamoru a hug. “Have a safe trip back!”

Rei and Ami were the next to leave followed by the Son family, except Goten, then Haruka, Michiru, and Setsuna. I watched Minako and Goten flirt as we were approached by Trunks’ family. Bulma was excited, and wrapped her arms around Trunks before giving me a hug.

“I’m so happy for you both, welcome to the family Makoto. Let me know if my son steps out of line,” Bulma said, giving me a wink.

“Come on woman, let them be,” Vegeta grumbled. Bra slightly pouted as she looked a Vegeta.

“Daddy, be nice. It’s not every day your son gets married to a warrior princess,” Bra said, making Vegeta mutter and she flashed us a smile. “I hope there are plenty of plans for nieces and nephews in the future. You have one of your own on the way!”

“That’s great,” Trunks said, giving his sister a hug. Already their family was expanding more and more. I wondered how the holidays would be when everyone was here. Bra’s husband was on a business trip which made him unable to make it. I felt a warm hug from Bra.

“Remember what I told you,” she warned before I felt a kiss on the cheek. “See you hopefully soon after your honeymoon!”

I watched them go and the only two people left were Minako and Goten sharing a bottle of champagne. I couldn’t help but smile when I saw Minako saunter toward us.

“If you don’t mind, we were going to head out to a more suitable place,” Minako said, wrinkling her brows. I knew what she meant and blushed. “Don’t look shy Mako, you’ll be wrapped in those strong arms soon enough!”

“Have fun Minako,” I ushered, giving her a quick hug only for her to smack my butt playfully with a wink before leaving with Goten, whom gave a quick wave. At least, we were alone.

“Do you want to unwrap or make a list?” asked Trunks, perking my interesting suddenly as I followed his gaze to the table stacked with presents and cards. I couldn’t believe we had so many gifts and he wanted to go through them now.

“I’ll unwrap,” I answered, watching Trunks pull out a notepad and pen from his pocket. He was more than prepared. With a garbage can by my side, I shifted through the items starting with cards first. I was surprised by the amount of checks we received, and the boxes held interesting items as well. A crystal elephant Trunks had to lift, a trip to a couple’s resort, romantic get-away packages, bath oils, and massage oils. It took a good forty-five minutes to document and stack but I was glad to be done.

“There’s more upstairs,” Trunks said. Curious, I followed Trunks’ lead taking us through a large hall, winding staircase, and another hall that I presumed led to our quarters. The doors we stopped in front of were different; instead of being just white, gold and black, swans were covering the front. I almost didn’t want to touch the handle and ruin the beautiful image. Trunks waited patiently, wrapping his arm over my shoulders. Finally, I reached out and turned the handle to push the door slowly open. I nearly gasped at the sight. A warm beige carpet covered the floor as the ceiling held a decorative colorful painting of two trumpeter swans on a lake with colorful fish swimming around.

The lighting was dimmed, to give a romantic feel, matching the pink rose colored furniture with gold trim. A pair of French doors led to a darkened balcony, and another door to what looked like the bathroom. Was the closet in there too? A small bistro table was set-up near the French doors for taking meals, a sofa and chairs near the fireplace for relaxing, and the large bed covered in a black, white, and gold bed setting. Before I could take a step forward, I felt Trunks sweep me into his arms in a traditional manner.

“Will this do?” asked Trunks, bringing us to the center of the amazing room. I gazed up at the intricate details of the two swans that looked to be kissing each other.

“It’ll more than do,” I whispered, giving him a warm smile. Trunks was pleased with my reaction and gently set me on my feet. “I can’t wait to see the rest.”

“I’ll give you the formal tour when we get back,” Trunks explained. “Two weeks on our honeymoon, followed by the Emerald Palace where your guest is arriving and to finish any loose ends before you move fully into here.”

I was glad Trunks was so put together and organized where I was lacking. I could organize if needed but I used to be strapped for time and Kaspar helped so much. There were plenty of things I needed to do when I went to the Emerald Palace. Haruka and Michiru agreed to take over my place and move in, which meant I needed to make sure all my belongings were packed. They said they would work with Kaspar and have a room prepared for my arrival in two weeks. It would give them privacy from living within the Crystal Palace and a home.

“Your bridal gifts were delivered by Ami this morning,” Trunks continued as my eyes looked over to the stack by the couch. I was excited but afraid to open then, especially from Minako. Taking a seat, Trunks pulled out his notepad again and began handing me gifts one at a time. The first was from Ami, and very tasteful. A set of her designed bath salts that changed to the scent of your body. I didn’t know how she made it, but it would be interesting to test it out. The next was from Usagi and I couldn’t help but giggle at the ‘pregnancy planning kit’, complete with ovulation tracking chart.

Rei had handmade a few wooden charms to be placed into a tree at the utmost center of the property. These wooden charms declared: sanctity, love, kindness, loyalty, happiness, and luck. Two others were special, showing our elements and astrological signs. I couldn’t wait to put these up in the tree. Michiru and Haruka had wrapped a beautifully handmade violin to be added to our music room with a promise for Michiru to give lessons. I always loved music and knew the blossoming possibilities to pass it on to our future children. Setsuna and Hotaru teamed up on a gift of something that resembled a ‘Luna P’ but instead was molded and shaped like a floating water lily. It was hand painted with pink leaves, and a sunburst of yellow in the middle. The note made me curious to look at the manual for its function: A play toy for your first born to experience the joys of dressing up.

I was happy for the toy, but curious if it would work like a disguise pen. I would take it to test it later, of course to make sure it was safe for little ones. The last gift, and one I was scared to open, was from Minako. Curiously, I peeked into the box from the corner and quickly shut it.

“I didn’t catch that,” Trunks said, leaning in curiously while I kept my grip tight on the box.

“This one is to be returned,” I said sheepishly. I knew I would return it alright, and tackle Minako in the process. There was no way I would wear anything like that!

“Is it the wrong size?” Trunks asked, inching for the box. I knew he could open it at anytime I was away from the room and decided to pull the lid open wide. I don’t know how he managed to look so calm as he wrote it into our list of ‘thank you’ cards before sliding it off my lap to the pile of unwrapped gifts. “It’s fine Makoto.”

“I’ll begin drawing the bath,” I said quickly, taking the bath salts with me and escaping through the white door. I was feeling nervous, wondering what else would come and knew this could be my escape until I figured it out. I wanted him and to experience more of than just a glimpse into that passionate, sexual world. For some reason, everyone always thought I had experienced more than them due to the level of maturity I was forced into. But in all honesty, I never gave myself away after being hurt by love in high school. It wasn’t until college and reconnecting with Motoki I had begun to open myself up to learning about the adult world. Motoki had showed me the meaning of just sex with all the pleasure focused on him, and Trunks had opened my eyes to the rest of the world. I was now beginning to understand what Minako had been talking about after all these years.

Changing my focus to the amazing bathroom took my mind off my current thoughts. Tiny white laced and pearl wallpaper lined the walls while a continuation of the pond scene showed on this ceiling as well. The floor was a soft blue marble, leading to multiple areas of this large bathroom. A his-and-her sink with a large mirror, bath the size for four people, walk-in titled shower, and an archway leading into the closet. I twisted the golden handled on the bath as it began to fill up while I finished looking around, mainly to the closet. Inside it held a vanity table, and dressing seat while a glowing square panel was attached to a wall. The moment it lit up, I saw it was a modern outfit planner.

I could select what type of clothing based on weather, event, color, or style. I wondered where all our clothing fit in and how it was inventoried into the system. Slipping off my heels, removing my hose, and checking the water level, I moved back into the front of the main mirror to begin the tedious task of taking down my hair. My long hair hung in crispy curls pooling down my back; I couldn’t believe how curly they managed to get it, but it was worth the damage the curling iron impacted. Checking the back of my dress, I cringed at the amount of traditional buttons that I wouldn’t be able to undo. Adding the salts and turning off the water, I went out seeking the help of Trunks. I saw him sitting before the fireplace reading over his newspaper casually; his jacket, vest, and tie were neatly placed over the arm of the chair.

“The bath’s ready,” I announced, watching him fold his paper and move to his feet, dropping it in his seat. That same smolder pushed into his eyes when he looked up at me and felt the heat course through me. Turning and lifting my curls, I continued to explain. “This wasn’t made for one to undo.”

Within a few steps, I could feel his fingers starting on the buttons and felt the flick of his fingers barely brushing my skin. A chill moved through me as I felt my body aching for more. Using one hand to hold up the front of my dress, I felt his fingers work on unlacing the corset as I was able to breathe again. To my surprise, I felt relaxed and comfortable even as his fingers touched the soft skin on my back before retracting. This was our wedding night and I was no longer feeling nervous but anxious of what else could come next. I could feel he was holding back on my accord but knew there was a thick line of desire budding in us both. Minako was right; I wanted to be wrapped in those warm, strong arms.

Letting my hair fall, I turned to him to see his gaze trying to look elsewhere while his hands were shoved into his pockets as his manhood swelled against the fabric. This quietness about him and unemotional face made it hard to gage what he truly felt and wanted. Bra was right, I had the chisel in my hands to pull him from this closed off persona. I was going to work hard and break those pieces away. I let my dress drop into a pool around my feet and watched his darkened eyes gaze down at me when he heard the rustling. The muscles in his arms flinched and I knew he wanted to dig his hands out of his pockets.

“Makoto,” he spoke sternly, that warm silk tenure voice dropped into purr. I knew he was trying to calculate and reason out my actions but he wasn’t taking into account my feelings. I wanted him. Stepping out of the dress, almost pressing against his chest, I let my fingers do the work of finishing unbuttoning the front of his shirt and pull the neatly tucked tails up. The moment his hands moved the pockets, I slid his shirt off and let it drop to the ground. My fingers touched his skin, feeling his muscles quiver as I trailed between his pectorals, crossed his protruding abs, around his navel, and stopped at the top of his pants. Covered by constraints, his pants bulged in anticipation. Feeling my chin titled up, I gazed into his open expression of hunger, need, and want. “I won’t stop if you go any further.”

“Neither will I,” I replied, hearing my voice lower with the passion budding. Pressing my lips softly against his skin, I felt him loosen under my touch as I continued to press soft kisses in my downward exploration. Lowering onto my knees, my fingers slowly began to undo his belt while I felt a slight panic sear through me. Being a super human, did that mean his manhood was an abnormally increased size? Swallowing hard, I pressed up to pace myself by not opening the front of his pants too quickly. Gazing at the silky boxers that were my last barrier, I felt Trunks touch the top of my head.

“You don’t need to do this Mako,” he nearly whispered. Giving him a soft smile, I slipped my fingers around the top of his boxers before leaning in to kiss the flesh above it.

“Would you like to make yourself more comfortable before I begin?” I offered as I began to slowly slide the cloth downward while staring up at him. With a soft nod, I pushed to my feet and felt Trunks disappear in an instance as the lights dimmed down low and his newspaper tossed on the floor near the chair. The shadows cast by the crackling fireplace made him look more ominous as he stood before the chair. Meeting him there, I was lead into a soft kiss as Trunks tried to take control of the situation as his hands began to at my loosened corset. Showing him I could be just as aggressive, I slipped my hands down his back and slipped beneath his boxers to give his buttocks a playful squeeze.

Hungrily, his hot tongue flicked into my mouth with the intention of taking over while his hands feverishly pulled to loosen the back of my corset. Impatiently he began to pull up, forcing us apart and my arms above my head to quickly toss the corset aside. Trunks gazed as my bare chest, his hand lifting caress the delicate flesh as it perked to greet his touch. Rubbing his thumb across my arching nipple, a blissful heat washed through my body as I began to lean into his touch craving more. Remembering my mission, I began to lean my body away as I pushed Trunks back to the chair. Giving him a playful kiss, my hands moved with this mission as my thumbs caught in the fabrics and pushed it down.

Leading him back, Trunks stepped out of his garments to slide back into the chair and I was able to get a full view of his taut, naked form. Trying not to gaze, I pushed forward to rest my hands on his knees as I leaned in to give a light kiss. Inching my hands up his thighs, I lowered myself into position between his open legs. Feeling my breath catch, I gazed at his exposed erection slightly quivering as my hands slid nearer. Minako had been right in her speculation, he was well endowed with the graces of length and muscular girth. From all his training, I didn’t have this high of an expectation that surely put my last partner to a hefty shame.

Remembering the tips from Minako last night, I gently traced a finger up the length of his penis and felt it rise to my touch. Once around the exposed tip, I slipped my middle finger around the shaft to squeeze to my thumb and gently stroked downward. Trunks sucked in a breath through his nose rapidly, a sign I was on the right track. Lifting his tip upwards, I tried to wet my nervously dry mouth as I lowered toward it. Swirling my tongue around the throbbing top, I teased the hot flesh as my body began to relax in the movements and my own hot walls began to clench. Without a warning, I widened my mouth to take in as much of his length as I could handle. Trunks let out a moan at this sudden action, his muscles becoming slightly tense but that didn’t stop me.

Easing up, I used my tongue to apply some pressure before starting to get into a rhythm. Each time I moved down, I tried to fit more of him into my mouth before my throat began to protest. Trunks enjoyed my actions as he softly moan and throbbed with each downward motion. As I pulled up to take a breath, I felt Trunks touch my cheek softly.

“Come here,” he purred as I followed his hands to crawl up. Slipping his hands around my hips to cup my rump, Trunks pulled me up to straddle his lap. Feeling his throbbing member quiver against my swollen knob sent my body into a lustful craving. Impatiently Trunks took my mouth as a moan bubble up when he fingers touched my bump. Pulling my panties to the side, I lifted my hips to receive him. Trunks positioned his tip at my entrance while his free hand steadied my hips. I wanted to take him all in but knew going slow would ease my clenched cleft open to enjoy all of him soon. Beginning to ease my hips down, a shuttered and gasp of pleasure sprung up as he began to enter. Trunks seemed to cease all motion and gazed up. “Are you ok?”

“Yes,” I breathlessly answered and proceeded to shift down more. A shuttered moved through us both as Trunks began to distract me with long, soft kisses. Slipping his other hand on my hip, I felt how snuggly he fit into my sleeve. Giving one last shift, a gasp pulled through me when I felt him bump my cervix and sat still revving in the accomplishment of taking him all in. Each time his shaft throbbed, I felt my body shuttered with pleasure.

“You feel so good,” Trunks commented, staring up at me with those blissful gems. Giving a small rock of my hips, pleasure shuttered through us as I tried to pace myself against my body’s craving instincts. His fingertips gripped my hips as I continued to rock at a slow pace before following the lead to give a lift of my hips. I froze, shuttering at the new found pleasure of this position. Pressing hot, feverish kisses against his mouth, I gave the movement another try and moaned into his mouth. “Are you ready?”

Unsure of what he meant, I gave a soft nod and pried my mouth away from his to focus on breathing. Securing my hands to keep balanced, Trunks took ahold of my hips and gave one powerful thrust. Unable to control it, a moan pushed forward as my fingers tightened their grip on his shoulders. Getting a feel for the steady rhythm of his deep, sensual thrusts, I began to rock my hips forward with each upward movement. Panting, and moaning for more, a tingling wave of pleasure spread through me when his thumb brushed my button. I tightened around his shaft, a pleased groan sounding in my ear as he continued to rub it. The heat built in my stomach as my hips shifted wider wanting to take more and Trunks began to stoke my bubbling passion. Using a series of quick short thrusts before a surprised deep thrust, I fogged feeling my toes begin to curl at his pleasurable movements.

“Ah...fuck me,” I moaned near his ear, moving closer and closer toward the peak of ultimate pleasure. Nibbling on my ear, Trunks moved down my neck as his teeth grazed my neck. A moan swelling up from my belly as my body stiffened to release a hard buck of my hips as I suddenly clenched around him. Giving a few more deep thrusts, my body convulsed as my hips bucked with pleasure. A deep moan jolted through Trunks as his fingers tightly pressed against my hips. I tightened around his shaft again while his thrusts suddenly halted and felt him quivering uncontrollably.

We sat still, damp with perspiration and catching our breaths. I didn’t want to move, even when I felt Trunks shift as a wave of pleasure made me gasp. Tilting my chin down, Trunks gave me a slow, hot kiss. Flicking his tongue deep into my mouth, I felt my fighting spirit spark as we battled for control. A shudder and moan rippled through me as I felt his member beginning to swell within me. Trunks chuckled at my obvious look of surprise and caressed my cheek softly.

“I hope you’re prepared for a long night,” Trunks stated. Giving a shaky rock of my hips, Trunks sucked in a breath as I felt his member pulse and completely fill me once more.

“Show me what you’ve gone,” I answered and greedily kissed him. I was prepared to do almost whatever he wanted as long as I could continue to feel exhilarated after each climax.
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