Late submission for day 4 of @smquickies2023 , prompt "Three's+ Company". (Although this preview image is rated Mature (M), the full image is explicit! The expanded (explicit NSFW) version can be viewed on Bluesky or Twitter).
Set long after the 1992 anime series in the Crystal Tokyo era, the revived Nephrite (age 25) has joined in a polyamorous relationship with Osaka Naru (age 20) and her other boyfriend Umino Gurio (age 20). However, in this timeline, Naru is a transgender girl (AMAB). Nephrite and Umino are both very supportive of her, though <3
This bed scene takes place after my earlier NSFW comic, 512TR(ans)!
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Tags: Idek... past lives, some like it rough-ish?, minako cannot handle UST, first person pov
My first contribution to @smquickies2023! Just something quick and short for the PGSM Live Action universe.
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With the youma defeated, I turn immediately to leave. Mars will probably go help the others across town, and I can sneak back to the hospital before my absence is noticed.
My skull pounds from the adrenaline left in my system. I need to calm down. No reason to send the nurses into a state when I hook up the monitors and IVs.
The battle wasn’t hard, but there were too many close calls. Too many moments of a warm body covering mine, of soft skin and hair that smelled of incense and ash. Moments that brought back memories of a different Mars from a long-lost age. She had been a living flame and, oh, how I had burned beneath her.
Leaping onto the rooftops, the mist of a gathering rain cools my skin. I breathe it in, hoping to douse the desire roaring inside of me.
She’s not your Mars, I remind myself. It’s the truth. Different lives, different upbringings. The first Mars would have scoffed at this version’s meek way of doing things. Too scared to upset anyone. Too scared to be in the spotlight. Too afraid to fight back as I tell her she isn't strong enough to protect anyone.
I need her to be twice as powerful for the team. For the princess. To protect them when I’m gone.
But what she refuses to say burns in her eyes. The genuine anger and pride of Sailor Mars.
It makes my heart skip every time.
And, like an addict, I want more. So I push her, taunt her. My love is laced with cruelty–anything to see that flicker of her previous self.
It’s fucked up. But with only months to live, it doesn’t really matter.
I bend my knees to jump to another rooftop. My brain fills with the white noise of her calves flexing over her high heels and the particularly kissable lower lip she presents when she doesn’t like what I have to say. Too weak to call me on my bullshit. Nothing like the lover I knew a millennium ago.
Someone tugs my arm back. Cinders and sandalwood. Mars.
“Don’t tell me you feel nothing.”
She is furious. Her chest heaves in her fuku, her bow lifting and falling. Water glistens against the creamy skin. Shit. I don’t need this distraction right now.
“Every time we fight I–”
I grab her mouth. My palm smothers her words as my fingers squeeze her cheeks. I lean close, keeping an edge on my voice as I take a mental snapshot of her face. For later, when my vibrator can erase her ghost.
“Keep your confessions to yourself. We have different missions. You need to protect Sailor Moon.”
Mars wrenches her face away. “Sailor Moon has the other two. She’ll be fine. You can’t keep taking on monsters by yourself–it’s a death sentence.”
Oh, how little she knows. I am already on borrowed time.
Somehow, she doesn’t appreciate my smirk.
She steps forward. I refuse to step back. Whatever little stand she finally has the guts to make, she’ll back off soon enough. It’ll only take an insult or two to send her scurrying away. Not like your Mars. That woman wouldn’t have taken my shit. Ever.
Undeterred, Mars moves closer. Her face is dark and laser-focused on me. Something different–a little wild, a little desperate, and a whole lot determined. My clit burns beneath my fuku. She looks fucking hot.
Another step and she’s closed all gaps between us. Chest to chest, hip to hip. Her thigh slips beneath my orange skirt, just south of my center.
“You don’t feel anything like this?”
“Nothing.” My throat works, the only signal of a lie. My face is as expressionless as always.
A growl and Mars slams her lips against mine. My world stops.
Because this… this fire that Mars kisses me with–it’s the same. Memories and reality intertwine as my mouth opens, our tongues brushing and dancing in a familiar pattern. I bite her lip and she gasps, a barely there exhale that I’ve heard in my dreams for years.
I should stop before it gets out of hand. A hand curls through my hair to wrap around the base of my skull. The other skims down my listless body to grab my ass. Her weight shifts and she grinds my aching clit into her thigh.
I sucked back a moan. She can’t know what she’s doing to me. I’ve built so much distance between us–I can’t let her knock it down with one kiss. One scorching touch.
A thumb rakes across my nipple as she drags my clit along the flexing, hard muscle of her thigh. The friction is exquisite and I can’t stop the cry that escapes my lips.
“Nothing?” Mars taunts, her voice airy and deep against my jaw. Teeth sharp against my neck.
I don’t answer. I can’t answer.
She’ll know, though. All of my secrets are buried in the rapid pulse banging against her tongue as she licks my neck. I’m trying to keep them inside, but each caress is sending the words I can’t say higher and higher up my throat.
I grit my teeth around them as she presses my compact. My fuku unravels, bright yellow ribbons bursting around us.
She pulls me to the ground, licking a trail down my chest.
“You aren’t wet over nothing.”
I don’t deny the wetness dripping down her thigh. Or that I’ve taken over grinding against her. Building and building, sliding in my slick as I chase my release.
If I open my mouth, it will all spill out. Everything I shouldn’t say. I can’t even try something witty or cruel. All of my venom is gone as I rock on her thigh and hope that she’s going to touch me again. Or pull my hair. Or bite.
I just want to fall apart beneath her.
Her tongue swirls around my nipple and I arch towards her mouth. She drags the flat of her tongue over the bud. I want more. More.
But if I try to say it, everything else will fall out.
I grip her ass, rutting my lips and clit hard against her thigh. The pleasure-pain is what I need.
The point of her tongue draws a circle around my other nipple. I throw my head back.
Why is she always so fucking soft?
I want her to destroy me with her fire. Reforge me in her phoenix flame.
Another swirl. Another lathe. Too soft, too soft.
I have to tell her. Beg her. Harder, please. Faster, rougher. Tear me open and see the mess you make me.
I love you, Mars. Rei. I’m only cruel because our time is short and you need to be so much stronger. For her. For me.
I writhe, body aching for what she can't give me. So close to the edge. My jaw locks tight around the things I cannot say.
She sucks my nipple into her mouth. Teeth graze against the bud. Finally, the rough that I need. The pain that I deserve. I’m a firework burning through the sky. Up, up, up. She laces her hands through mine, squeezing hard.
Like the other Mars would.
I burst into a fantastic array of golds and blues against the night sky. All beauty and no sound.
