"Ahhh..."
Michiru mewled softly as his hands grabbed two decent handfuls of breasts from behind, squeezing and fondling them roughly. His fingers pinched her hardening nipples and ground them against the fabric of her thin top; she obviously wasn't wearing a bra. She pressed her back against his chest, firm little ass against his crotch; she could feel the hardness there already, and it seemed to only get harder with her movements.
"Oh... oh God... this is... this is..."
She was having a hard time speaking, her words being drowned out by the moans; her breasts were always so very sensitive. But then, the roughness he was giving her, so much more than what she could have gotten from her normal lover, Haruka. Even if her partner liked to play the part of the man much of the time in their private and public lives, there were just some things Haruka couldn't do...
... like have really, really strong and large hands. Hands that could hold the whole of a tits with ease, hands that could maul her tender flesh and nipples, hands that could be incredibly rough, give her pleasure in a way that others would find only pain in. For the first time a man was getting her worked up, her pussy was already soaking through her small lace panties, her ass ground against him with conscious effort instead of just mere reaction to the pleasure she was getting.
"Ah... yes... rough... rougher..."
Her voice was being lost in a sea of moaning and mewling, but he heard it loud enough. He squeezed her soft, creamy white tits even harder as he played with them. Her back arched in pleasure, forcing her chest out as if to give him more to grab as her ass was thrust backwards, firm buttocks ever pressing against the hardness in his pants.
Haruka sat and watched from afar as her lover was being molested by a man, while her lover was enjoying the touch of a member of a gender whom she claimed would never excite her. Haruka had to smile a little, her plan was going off without a hitch; but the pleasure she got out of it was tempered by jealousy. Still, that didn't stop the tall blond from feeling a warmth in her crotch as she watched, being aroused by the sight and sound.
Before she knew it, Haruka's hand found its way to her crotch, dipping into her panties. She hit her lower lip so as to not make a noise; she would rather listen to the noises Michiru and her new lover were making than hear her own mewlings and moans. The very sight of the two was driving her crazy with lust; this must have been what it felt like to watch herself and Michiru together, this feeling of lust and jealousy.
She almost wanted to join in... almost. But then that would ruin the fun for Michiru; two women competeing for one dick was hardly fair for the green haired girl, for even if she was the more feminine of the two, Haruka could have easily dominated and taken control. And she knew that he really only wanted Michiru...
Haruka gasped suddenly, a finger sinking deep inside of her wet love canal out of reaction to what was happening, so suddenly and out of the blue; Michiru was on her knees before her lucky man toy, facing toward him, head level with his crotch and her hands unleashing the demon that lived within the confines of his pants. Michiru yelped and Haruka had to bite her lip harder to keep from making a sound as his dick sprang forth and hit Michiru in the face, leaving a sticky blot of precum on her cheek.
Michiru trembled as her hands touched it, it was the first living cock she'd ever seen so close up, much less held. It was easily eight inches long and a few thick, a true monster even compared to the dildos that Haruka had unleashed on her ass and pussy in their private moments. She could feel his pulse in the beast, the blood pumped into it without a moments break, making it harder; it was ready for some action.
Michiru looked up at him, her pretty little face fire red and her cheek slightly damp; her eyes asked the obvious question, for even if she never interacted with the real thing she had sucked a dildo before, mostly because Haruka found it hot for her to felicitate a phallic object. He grinned down at her and placed a hand on the back of her head, nudging her forward slightly; that was all the answer he would give and all the answer she would need.
She opened her mouth slowly, licking her lips so as to ensure an easy passage --easy being used lightly, as even with a lubed mouth it would be a very tight fit--
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Friday, May 09, 2008
Cauldron
It was a void, an area that was neither in one dimension or another. To enter into it was to become something different, something beyond the limits of the universe they knew. The original shape and form was lost, all that remained was the soul, the essence of the being boiled down to its purest form; a glittering, gem like structure called a Star Seed.
It is here that all things return, it is here that all things come. People often speak of promised lands, of places where one goes after death, be it a paradise or a pit of eternal damnation; this is the origin of these legends and myths. Be it by force or will, when all things die, they return here, to face a rebirth.
Even the universe as it is known, in all its size and splendor is not immune to the power this place holds; when the time comes, it too will collapse into here, its very center. It will flow into this place, it will lose all shape, all form, all reality and be reborn into a new universe, with new possibilities. It has been so for an infinite number of times, and so shall it for an infinite number of times in the future.
Here, good and evil are at an inverse to the universe beyond itself, it is here that balance for the whole of reality that it is the heart of is preserved and maintained. If the universe is evil, it will give birth to good, and if the universe is good, evil will be reborn. The force these agents of balance take are either hailed as heroes or scorned as vile villains... but, the title they take is always the same; Sailor Senshi
Yes, from this place are born the seeds of the Senshi, be they good or evil. They are forever destined to be in opposition of the one who can transcend the death and rebirth of the universe, they will forever be locked in a war with the first child of this place, the one who is forever meant to shape the principles of the universe itself.
Chaos, a name scorned or beloved at an inverse to the Senshi, the being so hated in the current universe... it is this being who is at the very heart of all this. From the children of its many parts, the Crystals who forged the galaxies and gave rise to life, its nature will show itself; for if the beings it created are good or evil, so too will it become.
From that moment forward, the Sailor Senshi born of this so called promised land will be in direct opposition of Chaos, and its agents. They will seek to cease the existence of Chaos, a goal that can never be fulfilled; but the quest to do so will keep balance in the universe until its dying days.
But even so, there are times when the balance is disturbed, and the universe must end, lest it become a mockery. For in this way, Chaos will become the herald for the ends times; it will come to this center of all things, return to the womb that gave it birth and take what it wishes for the most; the power of a Sailor Senshi.
Yes, in this way, Sailor Chaos, the Herald of Destruction will be born! Chaos will take upon itself a true, physical form; she will be a Sailor Senshi, one that should never exist; composed of both the will of good and evil, she will be a contradiction to the law of reality. From her hands will come light and darkness, her very soul twisting and churning. Her power will tear the fabric of all things asunder as she wages her war upon those that would oppose her... until, finally, balance is disturbed enough for control to be lost.
The good and evil in her will stir, the dominate force in the universe will seek to devour the other half, and from this act she will scream; it will be the death knell of the universe. The very fabric of reality will distort, matter will seem to rupture in all directions as the universe tears itself apart, indeed matter will cease to exist, enough to start the Big Crunch.
Herself torn apart by this, Sailor Chaos will die, and Chaos will once again be itself, but also not itself. It will know the error of its way, it will come to realize that it must return to the heart of the universe, to the womb once more. But, as the universe collapses, it will not return for power, but for salvation of all things.
All souls of all things will return to the center, all the Crystals that comprise the true self of Chaos will return. Combining and merging, they will make Chaos whole once more... its memories of infitine universes past shall return. As the universe comes crashing down around it, Chaos will renew the Crystals, the souls; they will become neutral, their will reset. As the universe cries in death, Chaos will tear itself apart with all its might.
In the instant the universe dies, Chaos will become one with the heart, and thus shall see the death... and the rebirth. In the moment of the next Big Bang, Chaos will spread its seeds, the Crystals amongst the newly birthed reality to become the hearts of the new galaxies. They will seed life with neutral souls, to gain a will of their own.
Thus, good and evil will rise, and the dominate one will be decided not by fate or the hand of a god, but by their own hearts and impulses. With this, Chaos will reform in a partial form, its outlook reflecting the dominance of its children and the need for balance will once more rise as a sea of pleas for help.
The heart of reality, its existence called so many things but always known simply as The Cauldron will answer these pleas... it will give birth to Star Seeds of great power and importance; Sailor Crystals, the very essence of a Sailor Senshi. They will be cast out amongst the stars, to find a place that will give them life, give them form, give them a reason to exist.
Be it good... or evil...
It is here that all things return, it is here that all things come. People often speak of promised lands, of places where one goes after death, be it a paradise or a pit of eternal damnation; this is the origin of these legends and myths. Be it by force or will, when all things die, they return here, to face a rebirth.
Even the universe as it is known, in all its size and splendor is not immune to the power this place holds; when the time comes, it too will collapse into here, its very center. It will flow into this place, it will lose all shape, all form, all reality and be reborn into a new universe, with new possibilities. It has been so for an infinite number of times, and so shall it for an infinite number of times in the future.
Here, good and evil are at an inverse to the universe beyond itself, it is here that balance for the whole of reality that it is the heart of is preserved and maintained. If the universe is evil, it will give birth to good, and if the universe is good, evil will be reborn. The force these agents of balance take are either hailed as heroes or scorned as vile villains... but, the title they take is always the same; Sailor Senshi
Yes, from this place are born the seeds of the Senshi, be they good or evil. They are forever destined to be in opposition of the one who can transcend the death and rebirth of the universe, they will forever be locked in a war with the first child of this place, the one who is forever meant to shape the principles of the universe itself.
Chaos, a name scorned or beloved at an inverse to the Senshi, the being so hated in the current universe... it is this being who is at the very heart of all this. From the children of its many parts, the Crystals who forged the galaxies and gave rise to life, its nature will show itself; for if the beings it created are good or evil, so too will it become.
From that moment forward, the Sailor Senshi born of this so called promised land will be in direct opposition of Chaos, and its agents. They will seek to cease the existence of Chaos, a goal that can never be fulfilled; but the quest to do so will keep balance in the universe until its dying days.
But even so, there are times when the balance is disturbed, and the universe must end, lest it become a mockery. For in this way, Chaos will become the herald for the ends times; it will come to this center of all things, return to the womb that gave it birth and take what it wishes for the most; the power of a Sailor Senshi.
Yes, in this way, Sailor Chaos, the Herald of Destruction will be born! Chaos will take upon itself a true, physical form; she will be a Sailor Senshi, one that should never exist; composed of both the will of good and evil, she will be a contradiction to the law of reality. From her hands will come light and darkness, her very soul twisting and churning. Her power will tear the fabric of all things asunder as she wages her war upon those that would oppose her... until, finally, balance is disturbed enough for control to be lost.
The good and evil in her will stir, the dominate force in the universe will seek to devour the other half, and from this act she will scream; it will be the death knell of the universe. The very fabric of reality will distort, matter will seem to rupture in all directions as the universe tears itself apart, indeed matter will cease to exist, enough to start the Big Crunch.
Herself torn apart by this, Sailor Chaos will die, and Chaos will once again be itself, but also not itself. It will know the error of its way, it will come to realize that it must return to the heart of the universe, to the womb once more. But, as the universe collapses, it will not return for power, but for salvation of all things.
All souls of all things will return to the center, all the Crystals that comprise the true self of Chaos will return. Combining and merging, they will make Chaos whole once more... its memories of infitine universes past shall return. As the universe comes crashing down around it, Chaos will renew the Crystals, the souls; they will become neutral, their will reset. As the universe cries in death, Chaos will tear itself apart with all its might.
In the instant the universe dies, Chaos will become one with the heart, and thus shall see the death... and the rebirth. In the moment of the next Big Bang, Chaos will spread its seeds, the Crystals amongst the newly birthed reality to become the hearts of the new galaxies. They will seed life with neutral souls, to gain a will of their own.
Thus, good and evil will rise, and the dominate one will be decided not by fate or the hand of a god, but by their own hearts and impulses. With this, Chaos will reform in a partial form, its outlook reflecting the dominance of its children and the need for balance will once more rise as a sea of pleas for help.
The heart of reality, its existence called so many things but always known simply as The Cauldron will answer these pleas... it will give birth to Star Seeds of great power and importance; Sailor Crystals, the very essence of a Sailor Senshi. They will be cast out amongst the stars, to find a place that will give them life, give them form, give them a reason to exist.
Be it good... or evil...
Meet Mister Wall, Sailor V
She ran down the alleyway in pursuit of a criminal, her blue high heels making a small clicking noise with every step, long, near hip length blond hair trailing behind her, almost as if it were a cape. Her eyes narrowed as it became darker the further she went in, the only source of light for a good distance behind her. She could barely make out the shape of her prey...
But it was for naught, as her target vanished completely as the darkness grew much too strong for her eyes. As s kept running, she wondered what could have happened; and then, it hit her. Literally. She ran head first into a brick wall, which would explain why there was so little light; a wall was between her and the nearest street light on the other side.
She yelped as she hit it, her small frame hardly enough to cause it any real harm. Of course, the real bad part came when, while dazed, confused, having the wind knocked out of her and a body aching from the slamming head long into a solid wall, she fell backwards, the back of her head hitting the hard, cold ground below with enough force to cause her to black out.
Sooner or later --mostly later-- she began to come around. Her head throbbed like crazy, her entire body felt incredibly sore; something one would expect from slamming into a solid wall of bricks. While her mind felt foggy and it buzzed with much pain, she pondered as to how she could have been stupid enough to run into a wall. More importantly, she couldn't help but wonder why, exactly she felt hands running over her body.
As first, she figured it was just her mind playing tricks on her, that the pain from slamming into the wall she was stupid enough to run into was so intense that it was messing with her. But, after a few moments of letting her mind sort out the input from her body, she knew that it wasn't her mind. After all, slamming into a wall couldn't explain the feel of two sets of hands on her body or why one set was, at this very moment squeezing her breasts.
Her eyes shot open at that; the first thing to greet her was a low light... and in that light, a figure directly in-front of her, giving her a very, very rough guess as to who it was. It was large, that was for sure, and the hands felt rather big as well; must be been a man. She tried to move her hands, to push this man away but she found that they were tied; she also found that she was sitting because, moments later, her legs were pulled wide open, and the other set of hands moved between them.
She gasped in shock and tried to struggle her way to freedom, but that just alerted whoever these hands belonged to that she was awake. Their hands clamped down on her supply body, holding her tightly as she struggled with all her might. It only served to work for them; for as she struggled her small, still developing breasts were being ground into the palms of one set of hands, while her small little ass were being ground into a crotch directly below her.
"So you're awake, huh? Good, I was hoping you'd come around before we finished."
The man in-front of her said, his accent thick, definitely British in nature... not the man she was after at all. So, who was he and why was he gra- wait, finish? Finish what, exactly? Her mind raced, as if oblivious to the obvious, but then again, she was a naive young girl, what would she know about what they were doing to her? Well, other than the fact that touching her breasts and between the legs made her utterly uncomfortable and wanting to get the Hell away from them.
She felt the hands belonging to a man behind her running across her bare thighs, causing her body to shudder as the hands on her breasts squeezes them roughly. She gasped and whimpered softly as her struggling died down, she knew that there was no way of getting out of this... at the moment.
"Awww, come on girl, struggle a little more... I wanna feel that small little ass of yours rubbing against me again!"
A voice came from behind her, no doubt the hands on her thighs belonged to him. His accent was also British, but it seemed... rougher, less well refined. She wondered why he wanted it so badly, wondering if it had anything to do with that lump she could feel pressing against her rear.
Up until that point, all they had heard from her where whines, whimpers and moans, from time to time... but, as his fingers ran across her slit, she cried out in shock and pleasure... but she also mumbled something in her native Japanese, as a reflex. This took the two of them aback, for in the darkness, and given her blond hair, they didn't assume she was Asian, let alone Japanese.
"Hot damn, we got ourselves a little Asian bitch! What a nice little find, eh?"
The guy from behind asked, fingers rubbing hard against her little lips, making her squirm and moan, ass rubbing against his crotch. Encouraged by this reaction, the one in-front let go of her tits, but took hold of her hard little nipples, pinching them roughly, making her writhe even harder, moaning in a mix of pleasure and pain.
"A little Japanese girl, if I'm not mistaken, and one that seems to be loosening up to this whole thing. A nice find, indeed..."
The fellow in-front answered, finally.
"That's it, I'm gonna fuck this hot little Japs pussy!"
The fellow behind said, and the man in-front chuckled.
"Shit, go ahead, man. You know me, I don't like deflowering girls, even if it means sloppy seconds. Besides, she has a pretty little mouth that I can use..."
She trembled and whined at that, feeling his hands leaving her body as he stood. She heard a zipper... and then another, the sounds of metal dragging on metal from above and below put the fear of God into the little scantily clad crime fighter
She cried out in shock and a little bit of pain as the dick plunged past her little slit into virgin territory. Regardless of how wet she was, how slick and how stretched out his his fingers got her, she was simply incapable of being ready for the massive girth of the meatrod that was being forced into her. Her hips jerked upwards, her body attempting to get away from the intruder anyway it could. Somehow or another, she manages to get her feet onto he ground below, then attempt to push her entire body up and off him. But, his hands grabbed her arms, right at the elbows and pulled her back down, forcing her back down, causing the same pain she felt before... only so much more as it was driven deep within.
But then, it stopped... she could feel it pushing against a barrier inside of her.
But it was for naught, as her target vanished completely as the darkness grew much too strong for her eyes. As s kept running, she wondered what could have happened; and then, it hit her. Literally. She ran head first into a brick wall, which would explain why there was so little light; a wall was between her and the nearest street light on the other side.
She yelped as she hit it, her small frame hardly enough to cause it any real harm. Of course, the real bad part came when, while dazed, confused, having the wind knocked out of her and a body aching from the slamming head long into a solid wall, she fell backwards, the back of her head hitting the hard, cold ground below with enough force to cause her to black out.
Sooner or later --mostly later-- she began to come around. Her head throbbed like crazy, her entire body felt incredibly sore; something one would expect from slamming into a solid wall of bricks. While her mind felt foggy and it buzzed with much pain, she pondered as to how she could have been stupid enough to run into a wall. More importantly, she couldn't help but wonder why, exactly she felt hands running over her body.
As first, she figured it was just her mind playing tricks on her, that the pain from slamming into the wall she was stupid enough to run into was so intense that it was messing with her. But, after a few moments of letting her mind sort out the input from her body, she knew that it wasn't her mind. After all, slamming into a wall couldn't explain the feel of two sets of hands on her body or why one set was, at this very moment squeezing her breasts.
Her eyes shot open at that; the first thing to greet her was a low light... and in that light, a figure directly in-front of her, giving her a very, very rough guess as to who it was. It was large, that was for sure, and the hands felt rather big as well; must be been a man. She tried to move her hands, to push this man away but she found that they were tied; she also found that she was sitting because, moments later, her legs were pulled wide open, and the other set of hands moved between them.
She gasped in shock and tried to struggle her way to freedom, but that just alerted whoever these hands belonged to that she was awake. Their hands clamped down on her supply body, holding her tightly as she struggled with all her might. It only served to work for them; for as she struggled her small, still developing breasts were being ground into the palms of one set of hands, while her small little ass were being ground into a crotch directly below her.
"So you're awake, huh? Good, I was hoping you'd come around before we finished."
The man in-front of her said, his accent thick, definitely British in nature... not the man she was after at all. So, who was he and why was he gra- wait, finish? Finish what, exactly? Her mind raced, as if oblivious to the obvious, but then again, she was a naive young girl, what would she know about what they were doing to her? Well, other than the fact that touching her breasts and between the legs made her utterly uncomfortable and wanting to get the Hell away from them.
She felt the hands belonging to a man behind her running across her bare thighs, causing her body to shudder as the hands on her breasts squeezes them roughly. She gasped and whimpered softly as her struggling died down, she knew that there was no way of getting out of this... at the moment.
"Awww, come on girl, struggle a little more... I wanna feel that small little ass of yours rubbing against me again!"
A voice came from behind her, no doubt the hands on her thighs belonged to him. His accent was also British, but it seemed... rougher, less well refined. She wondered why he wanted it so badly, wondering if it had anything to do with that lump she could feel pressing against her rear.
Up until that point, all they had heard from her where whines, whimpers and moans, from time to time... but, as his fingers ran across her slit, she cried out in shock and pleasure... but she also mumbled something in her native Japanese, as a reflex. This took the two of them aback, for in the darkness, and given her blond hair, they didn't assume she was Asian, let alone Japanese.
"Hot damn, we got ourselves a little Asian bitch! What a nice little find, eh?"
The guy from behind asked, fingers rubbing hard against her little lips, making her squirm and moan, ass rubbing against his crotch. Encouraged by this reaction, the one in-front let go of her tits, but took hold of her hard little nipples, pinching them roughly, making her writhe even harder, moaning in a mix of pleasure and pain.
"A little Japanese girl, if I'm not mistaken, and one that seems to be loosening up to this whole thing. A nice find, indeed..."
The fellow in-front answered, finally.
"That's it, I'm gonna fuck this hot little Japs pussy!"
The fellow behind said, and the man in-front chuckled.
"Shit, go ahead, man. You know me, I don't like deflowering girls, even if it means sloppy seconds. Besides, she has a pretty little mouth that I can use..."
She trembled and whined at that, feeling his hands leaving her body as he stood. She heard a zipper... and then another, the sounds of metal dragging on metal from above and below put the fear of God into the little scantily clad crime fighter
She cried out in shock and a little bit of pain as the dick plunged past her little slit into virgin territory. Regardless of how wet she was, how slick and how stretched out his his fingers got her, she was simply incapable of being ready for the massive girth of the meatrod that was being forced into her. Her hips jerked upwards, her body attempting to get away from the intruder anyway it could. Somehow or another, she manages to get her feet onto he ground below, then attempt to push her entire body up and off him. But, his hands grabbed her arms, right at the elbows and pulled her back down, forcing her back down, causing the same pain she felt before... only so much more as it was driven deep within.
But then, it stopped... she could feel it pushing against a barrier inside of her.
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