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PRINCESS KAGUYA

a Sailor Moon lemon by

Ivana B. Anonymous
ladyivana@hotmail.com

Warning: This is a lemon.  If you are a child, you shouldn't be reading
this.
If you are a hormonal adolescent, your parents think you shouldn't be
reading
this, but you have my permission.  If you are an adult, you can make up your
own mind whether or not you should be reading this.  If you are one of these
people who think it's ok for kids to watch the Power Rangers karate chop but
it's not ok to celebrate love and the human body, then I feel sorry for you.
Love and sex are beautiful parts of life.  Enjoy it.  It feels good, it
*can*
be safe, and it doesn't hurt anyone.

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        "I'm Princess Kaguya."

        "Princess Ka..."  Kakeru squinted in the brilliance of the white
glow, reflecting in a million tiny crystals of snow all around his pale
face.
 Was this a dream? Perhaps the cold and his lack of energy had caught up
with
him at last.  Perhaps he'd long since succumbed to sleep or death.  Surely
this light was more dazzling than anything on Earth.  It had the cool glow
of
moonshine, but the sparkles and the endless whiteness of it-- if light had a
voice, this would be a chorus of joyful bells.

        And in the middle, his eyes realized as they adjusted to the pouring
light, was the loveliest angel ever to grace any man's eyes with her
sight...
endless fathoms of long curling hair, no one color in any place but instead
a
collage too beautiful to be gray, too soft to be silver, too cool to be
gold.
 A dress made of sunshine, and such lovely, quavering eyes, and a smile that
conveyed the relief of a thousand years of waiting and wanting.  There was
no
doubt in his mind.  She was Princess Kaguya.

        Meanwhile, the woman he called Princess was hovering slightly,
amazed
at the sensation of having long legs and so many fingers.  How MUCH there
was
to being human!  The Ginzuishou's power had floated through her, and
somewhere amongst the waves of strange feeling she had heard Usagi's voice
whisper, "Merry Christmas, Luna."  And now Luna felt that a ball of light
was
poised at the edge of each of her fingertips (ten of them!  and she could
feel all ten!), this exquisite and delicate power with more facets than a
diamond.

        And there lay Kakeru, the Ginzuishou's light slowly filling his eyes
and tired limbs with energy, not even aware that he was floating an inch off
the ground, that they were now enclosed in a protective bubble of magic to
shield them from all the outside world.  And as she gazed at him waking and
staring in adoration, she felt the religious, saintly love in her heart
start
to transform.  To meld with something else.  It was this new extraordinary
body, reacting to his in a way her feline form was unable to.  She closed
her
eyes and drank in the sensations.  Already they flooded her, and he was not
even touching her.

        Kakeru felt dazzled, turned to crystal inside and out by this
transforming light.  He felt he was lying at the feet of a goddess, that
there was a sacred rite yet to be followed.  Feeling his weary shoulders
fill
with energy, he lifted them, and floated with lighter and lighter movements
toward her.  "Princess..." he said in a tone of reverence,  "please allow
me... to worship you."  She nodded her head.  Slowly, delicately, he knelt
down and began to kiss her beautiful feet.

        Luna nearly fainted.  The feeling of his lips-- oh, how she loved
that one spot where they were slightly dry-- way down there, further away
from her than she'd ever experienced sensation, so much further than the tip
of her tail had been, even!  And yet she felt it, so clearly, so piercingly,
and it seemed to shoot upwards through her suddenly unsteady legs.  Somehow
these tiny prayers were creating other feelings in a place much closer to
the
center of her nervous system.  Oh, how he let his lips slowly glide over her
feet, and then another chapped flick of that dry bit of skin. She felt as if
she were being sculpted, hewn with passionate lips from a block of marble
into a voluptuous living statue.

        Kakeru circled her ankles with kisses, drawing a bracelet of
butterflies ringing around her mind.  Slowly, and very hesitantly, he dared
to proceed to the next devotion, trailing his fingers along the inside of
her
calves, following with kisses to soothe the burning trail of his hands.
Luna
no longer felt the generalized sense of warmth, but now was acutely aware of
one spot on this body begging to be touched, screaming at how very, very
slowly Kakeru was moving.  She jutted her hips forward, straining then
toward
Kakeru's advancing mouth.  She had a vision of a forest wet with dew and the
aftermath of heavy rain.  Oh, God, when was he going to get there?

        Kakeru pressed his lips into her kneecaps, just enough to make them
move.  But her legs were too tense.  He kneaded her soft legs with his
hands,
trying to relax those tight limbs, and smiled as he felt a shudder go
through
her right before he succeeded.  Kissing the backs of her knees, he took a
brief glance upward before entering the sunny realm beneath her yellow
skirt.

        Lovely!  He was raging with desire now, but desire would have to
wait
until he had sufficiently adored his long-sought Princess.  Mumbling her
name, he dotted, then ran, kisses along her thighs, such soft skin, inside
and out. Something glistened slightly above him.  The leg was a half inch
closer than he'd expected it to be, and he realized that she was rocking her
hips back and forth, dancing to the ancient erratic rhythm of desire waiting
to be fulfilled.

        Luna bit her lip.  So slow!  There his hands go-- but no, they've
slid
off to the side again.  They feel good... no... exquisite there, just below
my... but that's not where I need them, oh God, please let your lips come up
this way, please, oh no, don't go there, go here.  Is he?  No, I guess he's
ohhhhh!

        She cried out loud as he buried his face in her finally, darting a
valiant tongue in before parting the clouded lips with his own.  Whatever it
was, this mysterious taste, it was more delicious than a galaxy of star
candies.  The gentle pressure of his mouth, accented by dart! dart! of the
tongue on her, made her tremble and whimper, some cries making it through
her
vocal cords and some just coming out as sighs and deep exhales.  All the
time, she never gave a thought to where the two of them were, for the cold
had vanished, as had the faraway city, and the two were truly enclosed in
their own world.  This was the beauty of the Ginzuishou's magic.

        Small blue sparks made their way up to Luna's shoulders, and she
stretched out her arms to feel them race all the way out to her fingertips.
Oh, how the darting presence between her legs was making everything down
there quiver and pulsate, making small shocks of feeling ripple (ripple,
rip)
through her body!  She heard her own voice moan and enjoyed the sound of it,
leaning back like Cleopatra on nothing but air.  Then she heard another
sound
that made her groan feverishly-- Kakeru's muffled sounds as he worked hard
beneath her.

        Lost in folds of yellow skirt, Kakeru nibbled and sucked the
delicious goddess fervently, not letting his intensity up for a second.  He
passionately kissed her wetness as if it was her sacred mouth, adoring her.
He hummed "mmm" against her in his devotion, as though he were meditating at
some holy shrine. The vibrations of his lips caused the Princess to let out
a
low sound of appreciation, and Kakeru grabbed her bottom fast with one hand,
allowing his other hand to wander unashamedly.  He slid it up about her
waist, into the tight bodice of her dress, and made a slow but steady trail
up her stomach.  Gauging her sounds carefully, he slowly cupped one breast,
then ran long circles all around it.  All the while, his tongue never
stopped, teasing and appeasing her by turns.  His circles got smaller,
smaller, until he was tracing quick rings with his little finger around her
nipple.

        She longed for him to touch it.  The raw pebble was so erect, having
chafed against her dress during this whole escapade, and his hand was so
close and yet unwavering-- all of her attention seemed focused on the
frustration that he had not yet touc--

        "Oh!"  Brush, brush, brush, went his fingers, back and forth against
the raw red nub.  Sometimes a sharp edge of fingernail would catch against
it-- what delicious scraping-- and then-- finally, for she found she'd been
waiting for this too, he took the nipple between thumb and forefinger and
teased, pulled, rubbed, circled, pinched! --with a burst of pleasure and
pain
so intense that she threw her head back and shouted hoarsely.

        Kakeru smiled beneath her skirt as he heard the cry.  His own
patience
was wearing thin, and he slowed the strokes of his tongue against her...
Perhaps...

        "Perhaps," he said aloud, emerging to look once more at his
Princess... she was so beautiful, hair everywhere and glittering, whimpering
at the sudden lack of stimulation.  "Perhaps... her highness would do me the
favor..."  She opened two bleary blue eyes, locked in a pleading gaze.
"...of allowing me to join her?"  In answer, she put two hands on his
shoulders and pulled him toward her.

        As they shared a tremulous gaze, Luna willed her dress to melt away,
and in a shimmering yellow moment it was gone, as were his clothes-- the man
who'd been wrapped in layers, trudging through the heavy snow, was now
completely, gloriously naked, and when his shivers came, they were not from
the cold.  They stared at each other, hands just barely touching.  Both
glowed within this bubble of light and magic.  His Princess Kaguya, lying on
a cushion of pure air, beckoning him further.  Her sweet pale scientist,
finally looking at her with the adoration she'd longed to see in his eyes.
Their deepest wishes, their fondest dreams, just a kiss away.  And then, no
longer that.

        His lips were so sweet and warm, and she tasted the distant tang of
the last place they'd caressed.  This was a warmth that was enveloping, that
was softer than she'd thought soft could be.  These human lips, what they
could feel, what they could do!  Her hands clutched his shoulders
possessively, her tongue diving deep in to taste all the secret flavors of
his mouth.  Slowly, tremulously, he enfolded her in his arms,  feeling her
for the first time as a flesh-and-blood creature instead of some goddess.
And she held him, embracing a human body with a human body, drawing the
dream
and the man as one into her arms.

        Their hands explored each other fervently, each discovering the
long-sought treasures now revealed to them.  Her hands wandered over his
chest and down to his legs and buttocks-- all smooth, all the right size!--
and he groaned and buried himself in her breasts, running feverish hands all
over her.  She kissed his ear, his neck, anywhere she could reach without
breaking free of the embrace that still held, even with all those wandering
hands.  When their lips joined, against, a triumphant burst of feeling rose
and then subsided within them.  And it was then that she felt the heat of
him, which had been lying so hot and enticing near her thigh all this time,
finally fill her.

        There was no pain, as this was a place and time enchanted by the
Ginzuishou, but there *was* an intensity of sensation so great that she
threw
her head back and screamed.  Kakeru, on the other hand, was silent except
for
constant, hurried breathing.  He thought she must be made of light on the
inside, pure light in a human shell.  How else could the glowing, pulsing,
moving magic he felt in her be explained?  He muttered "ohimesama"
repeatedly, thrusting into the white-hot galaxy of his Princess at first
slowly, then quicker, than long and slow and deep again, as his mouth
ravished hers over and over, his hands like a madman's, in the rage of
passion.

        Soon enough, the heat was less about filling, or being filled, than
it was about joining.  Their movements together so intense and sensual, as
if
choreographed.  Never an atom of space between their interlocked hips.
Never
a wrong movement.  Perhaps this was the Ginzuishou's magic, freeing this
encounter from all of the jerky near-misses and embarrassments of a first
experience between two lovers.  Perhaps it knew this would not only be the
first, but the last.  For just as if they had been lovers since the
beginning
of time, there was nothing in the world but passion for Luna and for Kakeru.
Nothing but a light-filled woman and a wondrous man who truly worshipped
each
other.

        All at once, Luna felt a swelling, a rising in her, and before her
eyes could even widen it grew, filling her to bursting.  She cried out
Kakeru's name and threw herself forward, going limp as it rippled and
exploded all through her... out in waves through long, long human arms...
shocking endless legs... nearly turning her center inside out and
threatening
to blow her apart.  But it was exquisite.  Kakeru's body caught hers as she
fell onto him, the shaking of her body bringing him to that crisis point
himself, and he felt as if he were one of his beloved NASA rockets... fire
in
his core building, building... and then lifting him from this earth, into
the
sweet embrace of endless space. Floating, they wrapped around each other.

        Their clothes reformed slowly, bits and snatches of sunlight seeping
in to cover them, as they dozed in the wake of fulfilled dreams.  And when
Kakeru awoke, Princess Kaguya was watching him, smiling.  She stretched out
a
hand to him and he rose to meet her--  only to see an endlessly blue and
white ball rolling beneath him, the most gigantic marble, smooth and
shadowed.  And on the other side-- infinity.

        "Are we in... space?"

        Some time later, a man recognized a yellow ribbon and a crescent
moon.
And then he remembered his true princess.  But still she whispered gently,
"I
love you, my spaceman"...  and still he treasured the time he had loved her,
too.

--fin--