Chapitre 371: New Beginnings (Sailor Moon)
A/N: New Beginnings was a P atreon Poll Winner originally written in 2018, posted to HF in 2021, and now posted here for people to enjoy!
Themes: Rough Sex, Breeding, Bondage
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Christmas wasn't a national holiday in Japan, so maybe he didn't have any right to feel entitled to happiness at this time of the year or anything like that. It was still celebrated though, and with commercialism sinking its fangs into holidays and spreading poison through their veins, it was all around him, everywhere to be seen.
Not to mention that the new year was right around the corner as well, marking it as even more of a time of renewal and rebirth. Right? Well, it didn't fucking feel like it. As he plods down the road, Haruto can't help but feel… exhausted. Tired just wouldn't cut it, not at this point. He's been working twelve-hour shifts all month, without more than a day off in the past fourteen days.
But work alone isn't what's making the man, now in his thirties, feel like this. No, that has to be everything else that's hit him this year. To start with, his wife had finally left him. He'd… well, the love hadn't been there for a long time, to be perfectly honest. And he'd wanted to rekindle it somehow. So, he'd suggested something he thought might work for her, something he wanted to do now before it got too late.
He hadn't expected the idea of adopting a child to be so disagreeable to her, especially not with her… condition. Early on in their relationship, but also far too late, at least in Haruto's opinion, they'd discovered that she couldn't have children. The news had struck them both, but they'd fought their way through it, and kept plodding along through life.
Only, she'd recovered a bit better than he did, it seemed. Why that was, Haruto couldn't say. All he knew was that suggesting that they adopt had been enough to fracture their already fragile marriage and ultimately break it apart. She had told him she didn't want kids, she'd accused him of thinking she was worth nothing if she wasn't a mother. It had been a bad talk, all around.
And in the end, they'd gotten a divorce. That'd been how Haruto spent his summer, being divorced by his wife and in and out of court. The problem was, he had no other family. His grandparents had died before he was born, and his parents had followed their elders out the proverbial door only a couple years before he'd graduated college, living short, fast lives. Too short, and too fast.
Haruto had therefore latched onto his ex-wife's family as a replacement when they'd gotten together, and he liked to think he fit in well with them over the years. But then the divorce happened, and they'd cut all ties. He didn't quite blame them for that perhaps, but… it did hurt, more than a little. There was no getting around it.
Effectively, he was spending the New Year alone for the first time in two decades, and he didn't know what to do with himself. Walking towards his small, empty home with his breath fogging outwards in the cold night air, hands stuffed in his jacket pockets, the man feels adrift, lost and alone. He is… the perfect target.
"Well, well, well… you'll do quite nicely."
Haruto's eyes widen as he takes a step back, because right before his eyes, along with the sinister, dark voice that had just spoken up, a specter of black smoke has risen from the storm drain just in front of him. Glowing red eyes look out through the smoke as, despite the fact that it almost seems shapeless, a wide, wicked grin splits across its 'face'.
"Your despair… your loneliness. Such delicious tastes on my tongue. Mmm… give it to me. Give it ALL to me!"
Before the middle-aged man can do anything, the mere thought of running still being born in his mind, the black smoke rushes forward, slamming into him, filling his open mouth and his nostrils and even his ears as it slides down his throat, as it fills HIM, making itself at home in his body. The last thing Haruto remembers before everything goes dark is his eyes looking down at his hands, both moving of their own volition as his hands close and then open without him telling them to. His lips move as well, right before the darkness takes him, and though its his voice, they aren't his words.
"You'll do for now…"
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Haruto couldn't say how long he's in the dark, unaware and unknowing of the world around him. But he certainly knows the exact instant that his situation changes. The dark flees from his surroundings, and quite suddenly, the middle-aged businessman finds himself looking out his own eyes again, blinking them rapidly as he finds his fingers flexing under HIS control for the first time in… who knows how long.
His fingers are gripping something though, and as he flexes them, he squeezes the soft pillows in his hands, only to hear a moan. When he'd first come out of the darkness, he'd been looking straight ahead, and not even really comprehended what he was looking at. Now though, now he looks down, towards the source of the moans.
There's a girl there before him, and she's on a bed. No, more accurately, they're on a bed. Her hands are stretched up over her head and handcuffed to the bedframe. His bedframe, actually. Even as Haruto stares down at the girl who he's currently molesting, his hands groping her breasts quite affectionately, he realizes that they're in his home. How… how did that happen? How did they get here?
… And why does his cock feel so good? With a grunt, Haruto looks down further and finally realizes the thing he probably should have noticed first. He's ball's deep in the bound blonde beneath him, and her inner walls are squeezing down hard around his cock, harder than he's ever experienced before. His ex-wife certainly wasn't THIS tight, and he'd not been with anyone else, not before, nor during, nor after their marriage.
Instinctively, Haruto begins to pull back, both his hands off of the young woman's chest and his hips moving backwards as his cock starts to slide out of her slick, wet cunt. But before he can actually do so, a pair of surprisingly strong, slender legs come up, wrapping around his waist and dragging him back in all the way to the damn hilt as eyes from below suddenly fixate on him, filled with lust.
"No! Don't… p-please don't stop."
Her voice is quite nice… it's been a while since he spoke with a woman, to be quite honest. His workplace was very much majority male. But that didn't make this right. Honestly, this whole situation was just… Haruto places his hands on the girl's thighs, even as he stares down at her in surprise, long enough that he finally takes in what she's wearing, and the actual features of her pretty face.
"… Holy shit, you're one of those magical girls, aren't you?"
He recognizes her from the news. The already flushed red face goes a little redder as she smiles and blushes, nodding slightly.
"Mm… Sailor Venus, at your service. But please, I… I need you to keep fucking me?"
Normally, Haruto would be all for it. This young, nubile woman, asking HIM to fuck her? But the problem here was the 'keep' part. As in, he'd already been doing it before he suddenly had control again, and the last thing he remembered was being attacked by black smoke with red eyes and a terrifying grin. Still, Sailor Venus isn't letting him pull away, so while Haruto doesn't actually start thrusting again, he does stay where he is for the time being.
"That… I don't think that was me. I wasn't in control. What happened?"
For a moment, the bound blonde seems rather irritated with him, or perhaps exasperated. There's certainly some impatience, and it has a lot to do with the lust and the horniness he can see in her eyes… and feel in the way her cunt walls are still rhythmically tightening around his stationary cock.
"I know. I got him, d-don't worry. It was… um, it was a youma. They're like demons, and this one was, mm, capable of possessing humans. He… well, he possessed you however long ago, and then used your body to… well, t-to trick and seduce me. He only revealed what he was once he thought he had me right where he wanted me… but, well, I don't need my hands free to cleanse a youma, not when he's been stupid enough to stick your cock right inside of me, hee-hee!"
And like that, Sailor Venus gives him a giggle and a wink, even as Haruto… assimilates what he's just heard. Licking his lips, his cock STILL buried in this cute young thing's tight, clenching pussy, the middle-aged man considers her words.
"But then… we should stop. This isn't… this isn't right. I don't want to take advantage of you…"
"You're not! I assure you, you're not! I want it! Can't you feel how bad I want it? Mm, I NEED your big hard dick… just fuck me for a bit longer, okay? Then I'll get out of your hair and you'll never have to see me again!"
Was… was Sailor Venus a slut? Haruto didn't like thinking ill of women, and he'd always been fairly progressive when it came to gender norms and all that nonsense. As far as he was concerned, while women were entirely unexplainable creatures that his divorce from his wife had only further assured him, he'd never understand, they still deserved to be treated with respect, as equals.
But really, in a situation like this, the young woman he was currently buried inside was thinking more with her pussy than he was thinking with his dick. But then, that… that made it okay, right? Hesitant, but still very tempted, Haruto tries out a small thrust. After the past few minutes of no movement, Sailor Venus' reaction to his cock pushing deeper into her is immediate and a bit exciting.
A moan leaves her throat as she tilts her head back, baring her neck before him. Her breasts lift up as she arches her back off the bed. Haruto, biting his lower lip, tries another thrust… and then another. As they garner similar reactions from the bound blonde, he speeds up and starts to actually fuck the young woman right there on his bed.
With her legs wrapped around his waist, he doesn't have much room to move at first. But slowly but surely, as the pleasure builds, and Sailor Venus cries out, her insides spasming sporadically in what he THINKS are orgasms, her grip on him loosens, until really, she just has her ankles locked together behind his back, allowing Haruto a full range of movement as he fucks the beautiful blonde girl beneath him.
His hands fall back to her breasts, and he gropes and squeezes them brazenly, watching with a strange sort of budding excitement as Sailor Venus reacts to that as well, her eyes going crossed and a wanton moan leaving her lips from the way he's playing with her nipples alone. Pinching and squeezing the teats of her tits while plunging in and out of her cunt… he can hardly believe his luck, can scarcely believe what's happening to him.
Maybe… maybe it's all some strange dream? Maybe he hallucinated the black smoke and passed out on the sidewalk, and he's just dreaming this. But if that's the case, Haruto doesn't want the dream to end. He could do this forever… or, he would if he had the stamina. As it is, while Haruto gives Sailor Venus all the pleasure she can handle, there does come a point where he feels himself getting closer.
Without even thinking about it, having spent his married life with a woman who couldn't even have kids, Haruto thrusts forward, his cockhead smacking against Sailor Venus' cervix deep inside of her passage as he begins to cum. His seed fills the young blonde's womb to the brim and then some, and honestly, it's the best release of his entire life, like he's been waiting for this moment for longer than he ever could have known.
But all good things come to an end, and as Haruto finishes cumming, he pulls out of the Sailor Scout, panting heavily and sitting back on his haunches as he kneels before her, looking down at her gorgeous body, her outfit torn in several places, his cum slowly leaking out of her. For her part, Sailor Venus looks immensely satisfied, like the cat who caught the canary as she grins up at him.
"Can you undo the handcuffs now, please? Unless you want to go for Round Two~"
The very idea feels like too much, because at this point, Haruto is now pretty sure this is NOT a dream. It all feels too real, as the euphoric high of sex fades away. Though his cock does twitch at Sailor Venus' suggestion, he finds himself trying to locate the key to the handcuffs instead, ultimately finding them in the pocket of his discard pants as he releases the beautiful young blonde from her captivity.
She almost seems disappointed as she stands up and waves a hand, fixing her torn costume just like that. Giving him a considering gaze and spending far longer than appropriate staring down at his junk, Sailor Venus ultimately leaves the bedroom. But she stops in the kitchen as Haruto follows her out, and the middle-aged man watches as the truly gorgeous blonde writes down a phone number on a notepad attached to his fridge.
"Call me sometime, alright?"
And like that, she walks out his front door and leaves him there with his dick still dangling and the handcuffs in one hand. Haruto stares at the closed front door for what feels like an eternity, and only going over to the notepad and running his fingers through the rapidly drying ink tells him that yes, all of it DID really happen. This… that…
Slowly, Haruto comes down from it all. He crashes that night and hard and ends up sleeping for the next twenty-four hours. When he wakes up, he finds out he was under the control of the 'youma' for two weeks. He's lost his job, of course, and missed the New Years besides. And yet… and yet, Haruto has never felt freer… nor more alive.
It doesn't take him much to find another job with this new outlook on life. And more than just that, he's got all of this energy he didn't have before, strength and stamina and speed and vitality that astound him, that he finds himself downplaying and keeping hidden. But that doesn't mean he doesn't take advantage of it.
Of course, it's not until a certain young blonde shows back up at his door a few months later with a tentative smile on her face and a baby bump in place of the flat tummy he'd seen before that Haruto finally realizes it was all true, at least for him. The New Year really was a time of renewal and rebirth. And the soon-to-be father couldn't wait to see where this new life would take him.
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