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Mamoru had no idea how he found himself in this predicament.
While wandering aimlessly around their district, Usagi’s hand held comfortably in his, they stumbled upon an adult entertainment shop, and Usagi got the bright idea of going inside “just to look around.”
He resisted, of course, but he ultimately could not say no to those blue, blue eyes. And as he found himself being dragged into the shop, he sent up a mental prayer that no one he knew witnessed his going inside.
Amid the dildos of all shapes, sizes, and colors, cheap looking lingerie and costumes, and countless other toys and contraptions promising untold pleasure for him or her (or both), Usagi flitted about, never lingering too long on any one thing before becoming distracted by the next object to catch her eye.
That is, until she found it.
And Mamoru couldn’t be certain his intense flush wouldn’t set the entire store on fire.
Usagi stared with wide-eyed wonder at the box bearing an artist’s rendition of Tuxedo Kamen, which contained a dildo supposedly molded from the superhero’s very own cock. “How we obtained this fine specimen is a trade secret,” the box read, “but now you can be fucked by one of Japan’s hottest superheros.”
“Mamo-chan,” Usagi whispered, her fingers intertwining with his.
“No.”
“Aren’t you even a little bit curious?”
“Nope.”
“But…”
“Usak-”
“Please?” Usagi begged, turning her pleading blue eyes up to his.
Mamoru knew then he had lost.
At his resigned sigh, Usagi squealed with delight and rushed over to the nearest employee to retrieve it from the glass case.
“This is a very limited edition dildo and has been selling very quickly,” the smiling employee stated while ringing them up, carefully wrapping up the box and placing it in a discreet bag along with a free small bottle of water-based lube. “You’re lucky to get one of our very last ones.”
‘Lucky’ was not the word Mamoru would have used.
Refusing to let Mamoru carry the bag, it swung from Usagi’s firm grasp while her other hand all but yanked Mamoru through the throngs of people and back to his apartment.
The instant Mamoru unlocked his door, Usagi kicked off her shoes and beelined for the kitchen of all places, leaving Mamoru behind to trudge in after her. So slow were his movements that Usagi had the box open and the offending member out before he even stepped foot onto the cool tile.
“Wow…” A stunned Usagi marveled.
‘Wow’, indeed. The dildo was the largest “penis” Mamoru had ever seen, and he had shadowed a urologist for a day as a part of his med school studies.
An eyebrow quirked up. “They molded that from Tuxedo Kamen himself?”
“That’s what the box says,” a breathless Usagi murmured, her eyes never straying from the dildo she placed with care onto the countertop after washing and drying it thoroughly.
Well, if she was going to go to all that trouble...
So focused was Usagi on the silicone member, she didn’t notice Mamoru come up behind her until he pressed his chest to her back and his hands to the countertop, effectively trapping her in place. His lips brushed against her ear with his low whisper. “Do you really want to be fucked by Tuxedo Kamen?"
“Yes,” she moaned, her head falling back when he drew her earlobe into his mouth and bit down.
“Turn around.”
She did as he commanded and was rewarded with a deep, toe-curling kiss. Her arms flew around his neck, her fingers tangling into his hair, while Mamoru’s hands found their way beneath the short skirts of her dress. With a gasp, Usagi found herself sitting bare assed on his countertop, the cold surface a shock to her bare skin. When and how he removed her panties so quickly, and without her noticing, would remain a mystery in the days which followed.
His thumb was at her clit and one finger inserted into her warmth in an instant, quickly followed by a second as he primed her for what was to come.
“Mamo-chan,” she moaned, grinding herself on his fingers, “please…”
She whimpered when his fingers pulled out, but her breath stuttered when something hard, wet, but cool pushed just that little bit into her entrance. Her eyebrows knitted together in confusion. “What-”
Mamoru's voice was low. “You said you wanted to be fucked by Tuxedo Kamen.”
Before she could utter another word, Mamoru once again captured her lips, his tongue sliding inside and against hers as he slowly eased in the giant member, taking care to let her adjust to its thick girth and considerable length.
But it wasn’t long before she was thrusting her hips in demand for more, and he kept in time with the rhythm she set, greedily swallowing down her moans and cries. When she was close, his other hand extracted itself from her hair to rub at her clit.
The cries of her orgasm were nearly deafening, but it was worth any noise complaints he may later receive just to see the look of total satiation upon her face when her tremors ceased and she came back to herself.
“And how was it?” he chuckled through a warm smirk.
A dreamy smile stretched across her face as she reached one arm behind his head and pulled him down for a deep, languid kiss.
“It was really nice,” she murmured against his lips. “But I’d rather be fucked by the real thing.”
It was by the grace of his superhero reflexes alone that he managed to pick up both Usagi and the bottle of lube and rush into his bedroom without dropping either.
If she wanted to be fucked by the real Tuxedo Kamen, he was going to be damned sure to make it last.