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Every time I epic fail at writing porn I'm like, I once knew how to do this and now have forgotten. This is untrue. I never could. Any time I succeeded at it was a momentary aberration that surprised me more than anyone.
Title: Angelic Miasma
Author: purplekitte
Theme: Monster Mash--Ballet
Genre: Romance
Version: Anime
Rating: light R
“Beautiful,” Kunzite said to her mostly sleeping form because it seemed the thing to. Veena was, at least. A small part of him told him he should remember someone else, a young man with blond hair and a bad attitude, but he ignored it. He had not seen the other Shitennou in… some time, months, years, his memory slipped. He was all alone out here in the orbit of Jupiter with his current legion of monstrous youma and angelic Veena.
He slipped from his bed and padded around restlessly. His mind was in and out tonight. It had been years, hadn’t it? Years since the first assaults on the outer planets and fewer years since the inner ones had been obliterated and the advance would turn on the Kingdoms of Silver and Gold with his next set of orders and a long travel time through the depths of space.
“My lord?” Veena walked after him with the dancer’s grace with which she did everything.
“Who are they?” He gestured at the five small multicolored figured in small beds.
“These are our daughters. Deidanara, Darry, Deidara, Demy, and Durga.”
“Oh.” He should have known that. This was his residence so it should have seemed like a place he had been before in his life.
“Come back to bed, my lord.”
“Alright.” He was a strong-willed general of Metallia but it seemed an agreeable suggestion.
He let her lead him back to their canopy bed and collapse on the soft pillows. She was beautiful and he could recall no reason not to reach for her. She was already naked and her pale skin gleamed in the planetlight through a viewport. He wanted her, could feel the heartbeat of arousal inside him and the blood pooling in his erection.
Her skin was too soft for a youma’s and her breasts pressed against his chest as she wrapped her legs around his waist. She was warm and wet pressed against him and lust was an emotion he remembered. As they moved against each other in the dim light he thought this should be familiar, but everything but death and glory on the battlefield swam in and out.
Title: Angelic Miasma
Author: purplekitte
Theme: Monster Mash--Ballet
Genre: Romance
Version: Anime
Rating: light R
“Beautiful,” Kunzite said to her mostly sleeping form because it seemed the thing to. Veena was, at least. A small part of him told him he should remember someone else, a young man with blond hair and a bad attitude, but he ignored it. He had not seen the other Shitennou in… some time, months, years, his memory slipped. He was all alone out here in the orbit of Jupiter with his current legion of monstrous youma and angelic Veena.
He slipped from his bed and padded around restlessly. His mind was in and out tonight. It had been years, hadn’t it? Years since the first assaults on the outer planets and fewer years since the inner ones had been obliterated and the advance would turn on the Kingdoms of Silver and Gold with his next set of orders and a long travel time through the depths of space.
“My lord?” Veena walked after him with the dancer’s grace with which she did everything.
“Who are they?” He gestured at the five small multicolored figured in small beds.
“These are our daughters. Deidanara, Darry, Deidara, Demy, and Durga.”
“Oh.” He should have known that. This was his residence so it should have seemed like a place he had been before in his life.
“Come back to bed, my lord.”
“Alright.” He was a strong-willed general of Metallia but it seemed an agreeable suggestion.
He let her lead him back to their canopy bed and collapse on the soft pillows. She was beautiful and he could recall no reason not to reach for her. She was already naked and her pale skin gleamed in the planetlight through a viewport. He wanted her, could feel the heartbeat of arousal inside him and the blood pooling in his erection.
Her skin was too soft for a youma’s and her breasts pressed against his chest as she wrapped her legs around his waist. She was warm and wet pressed against him and lust was an emotion he remembered. As they moved against each other in the dim light he thought this should be familiar, but everything but death and glory on the battlefield swam in and out.