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Seiya sat at the foot of her bed watching her sleep. It had become his nightly routine, unless he had a concert. He would wait until eleven and would sneak in through her bedroom window… No big deal when one was a Senshi. In that form he was female, in this one, male. Why they had chosen it didn't matter. What mattered was that when he was in this form, using the new tool between his legs was an all-consuming thought. And there was only one girl he wanted to use it on.

Unfortunately, also like usual, she would thrash and moan in her sleep and cry out for Mamoru. He knew she loved the guy, and would only ever love him, but he wanted her so much. He pulled the handful of condoms out of his pocket and chose one at random before unzipping his pants and exposing himself. He rolled the rubber on. It was an easy way to make sure no mess would be left behind, and when he was done he could just put both condom and wrapper into his subspace pocket.

He had been here, watching her like this, almost every night for two months. At first it had been completely innocent... just making sure she was okay, but as time passed his need for her had grown until almost every night he had imagined waking her up and taking her in her bed, or sometimes he had imagined kidnapping her and keeping her. But he had responsibilities, and he didn't want her to hate him.

Now he came prepared, and took care of his needs so they didn't overwhelm him. He stared at her face as his hand moved up and down his shaft, and he pictured her mouth over him instead. He looked down to where the gentle swell of her breasts were just visible over the edge of the blanket, and wished he could pull it away so he could see her nipples harden in the chilly air. He always left her window open just in case he had to leave quickly, and the chill would harden her little nipples so you could see them poking up even through her pajama top. He let his imagination take him.

He pulled the blanket off her body and ran his hands back down from shoulders to thighs, grazing her nipples, her hidden heat, and everything else he could touch. He slid his hands back to the waistband of her pajamas and gently pulled them away from her, taking her little white panties with them. He pulled her thighs apart and knelt between them to undo her buttons. "I want you so bad, Odango," he moaned quietly, hoping not to wake her. He wanted her, wanted to take her and fill her and drive roughly into her again and again. And he would cover her mouth so her screams of pleasure didn't wake her family.

He kissed her, a gentle, sweet kiss, almost chaste, on the lips, before raking his mouth over her throat and collarbone until he reached her breast. He would take the tiny erect nipple into his mouth and bite down on it, and he would put himself at her entrance and cover her mouth with his hand and slam into her, waking her from slumber. He would push in and out of her again and again until he came deep inside her.

The first load of cum spurted out of his cock, filling the condom as he watched her breasts rise and fall in a slow easy rhythm. His whole body shook in the aftermath of his orgasm, until he almost fell. He shifted her blanket carefully, and watched her nipples harden. He'd never wanted anything so much as he wanted to fill her with his already rock-hard cock and take her again and again. He removed the condom, and tied it off, wiping himself carefully with one of his handkerchiefs.

He pulled the blanket further down, and stared at her breasts as they rose and fell. Slowly he reached out and pressed the tip of his index finger against one hardened nipple. She moaned in her sleep. His cock throbbed painfully. He touched the other nipple just as gently, and almost exploded as she moaned again, her legs spreading open, her nipples tightening further, and her mouth opening slightly as her body responded to his touch. He dragged the blanket slowly off her, and spread her thighs. Her little boy shorts left most of her soft skin exposed to his sight. Her spaghetti strapped tank had risen in her sleep so that her taught little belly could be seen.

He wanted that belly filled with his seed, growing with his child. He nearly lost himself again at the thought. In her own mind she belonged to Mamoru, but the man had left her to go to school in America. As far as Seiya was concerned that meant she was free for him to swoop in and claim her as his own. Yes, he hardened his heart against the man as the new thoughts took him. And if he could have her, he would be happy. She made him laugh.

"Little Odango," he whispered. "I'm done watching. It's my turn." He slipped his hands gently along her sides, loving how she thrashed and moaned at his touch. Oh she was beautiful, and sweet, and virginal. And HIS!" He carefully slipped his hands down her belly and over her tiny, hot little mound. He found the spot of her passion through her shorts and gently moved his thumb over the little rigid clit.

"Mamoru!" she moaned in her sleep. His control snapped. He wanted her to know who was touching her. He slid his arms around her and picked her up. She didn't wake. He carefully carried her to the window, and out into the night, leaving her transformation brooch on her nightstand so she couldn't turn into Sailor Moon and escape.

He laid her gently into the back seat of a car near the house and hotwired the vehicle. It was an interesting trick he had learned. He pulled away from the quiet residential street and drove. He had an idea where he could go, and it wasn't too far. Just outside of Tokyo was a small getaway location, where each dwelling was far away from the others, hidden in deep woods, lined near a river. He had hidden there, for a few days, when he had first realized his attraction for Usagi wouldn't go away. So it was fitting that it was where he would take her to make her fall in love with him.

He paid in cash for a months time, and carried her inside, to a different, much larger bed than her own. He hid the car behind the cabin, and looked through it to find something to help him. He found rope in the trunk and returned to tie her, first gently slipping her sleep tank off her body. He spread her arms, and tied them down under the bedframe so she couldn't get loose. Her legs he left free. She might kick him, but he wanted to be able to change their position as he took her over and over again.

He gently pulled on her chin to open her mouth and shoved a handkerchief inside before tying a second one over it, around the back of her head. He removed her sleep shorts and panties, putting all her clothing into a small bundle, and taking them outside to the car he closed them into the trunk.

She was awake when he returned. Just barely opening her eyes, not really aware of what was happening to her yet. She must have tried to turn and been woken when she couldn't he mused. No matter, he was ready to start. More than ready, as his cock sprang back to attention.

"You're awake Odango. Good." He watched her eyes widen in shock and then harden into anger as she realized she was tied down. He waited. Soon she would notice her nakedness. He smiled as the realization hit her and she blushed and closed her eyes in fear. Her throat moved as she gulped.

"Oh yes." He purred. "You are mine now." He slid onto the bed, spreading her legs and sliding between them. The contrast of her nakedness with his fully dressed state made him feel powerful. "I will make you forget that loser who left you. You belong to me. And I wont ever leave," as he said the last line, he slid his hand up her belly and onto her breast, rubbing his thumb over her nipple.

"You'll fall in love with me, and we'll get married and have lots and lots of babies." She shuddered, trying to pull away. Oh well, soon enough she would beg for his touch. "why don't we start now, he added, and pulled himself free of his pants. He took one nipple into his mouth and rubbed her other, gently squeezing it, rolling it between his fingers.

"I love you Usagi," he said when he lifted his mouth. He spread her thighs and opened her sweet little pussy with his fingers. She was damp, but not wet. He could solve that. He moved down the bed and took her little clit into his mouth. She thrashed, trying to escape all the wonderful feelings he knew he was giving her, but he held her hips and took. He suckled and nipped and licked her, playing mostly with her clit, but lapping at her slit occasionally.

He slid a finger into her, and she had grown wet, so he moved back up her body, lifting her hips to rest on his thighs as he knelt between her legs, and spread her nether lips open. He nudged her with the tip of his cock and then took her in one hard thrust.

She screamed in pain and he stared at her in shock. "You mean he never even...?" He trailed off and gave her a wolfish grin. "This just proves he doesn't love you as much as me." He ecplained. "I will give you pleasure." And he pulled nearly out of her, enjoying the sight of her virgin blood smeared on his hard length, then pushed inside, taking her hard and fast.

Tears coursed down her cheeks and into the pillow beneath her, but he didn't see them. In his head he was picturing the day she would beg for his cock. He loved her, and that was enough for now, but someday she would be his, and his alone. He released torrents of come inside her and then collapsed, his head on her shoulder, and fell asleep.