Disclaimer: This chapter contains explicit adult content (R18). Tho, there's no penetration going on in this one, in the future we'll get there too.
So, you saw the tags, you saw the label of the chapter, and if you're still surprised that you see smut in this chapter, then, sorry, that is no longer my problem.
I do not care about complaints regarding the presence of R18 material. The warnings were there. If explicit content is not to your taste, you have two options. Do not read the chapter (I'll see you with the next one) or if you still enjoy some R18 art but can't dig written smut, then I will place a small collection of R18 artwork of Tsukune and Inner at the end of the chapter (all in one paragraph comments). You can scroll past the text and enjoy the visuals instead. No hard feelings, I still try to look after each of you.
Otherwise, enjoy the chapter.
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I learned the schedule quickly. Monday, Wednesday, and Friday mornings belonged to Inner. She would walk into class like a winter storm, answer questions with icy precision, and ignore everyone except me and maybe Kurumu when she was in the mood to entertain her.
One thing remained the same: our sparring sessions were as brutal as usual. She did not go easy on me just because we were dating. If anything, she pushed me harder.
"You are dating me," I complained after one particularly vicious throw that left me staring at the ceiling of the training ground. My back ached, my shoulders throbbed, and my pride had been left in pieces on the mat.
"Can you not treat me as your punching bag for a minute? Think about my feelings, babe! My male ego is about to burst from depression."
She looked down at me, her expression unchanged, her silver hair framing her face like moonlight. "If you cannot keep up, I will find someone who can."
"How about no? And could you even part with me?"
Then she surprised me while I was complaining, more out of playfulness than anything else.
She crouched down, her knees pressing into the grass on either side of my hips, and before I could process what was happening, her lips were on mine. There was nothing quick or perfunctory about it. She kissed me like she meant it, her mouth soft and warm against mine, her hand coming up to cup my jaw. The world narrowed to the pressure of her lips, the faint tremor in her fingers, the way her breath mingled with mine.
She was not holding back one bit.
My arms moved before my brain caught up. I wrapped them around her, pulling her closer, and then I rolled, using the momentum to reverse our positions. The world spun, and suddenly I was on top, looking down at her silver hair spread across the grass like spilled mercury.
Her crimson eyes widened, just a fraction. Surprise, or maybe something else. Her lips were still parted from the kiss, and her cheeks were flushed a deep pink.
I grinned down at her. "Now, who cannot keep up?"
"You got lucky."
"Luck had nothing to do with it." I leaned in, my lips brushing against hers again, slow and deliberate. "That was all skill."
She did not pull away. Her hand came up to rest against my chest, her fingers curling into the fabric of my shirt. Her pulse was steady beneath my palm, but I could feel the heat radiating from her skin, the subtle tension in her body that told me she was holding back.
"Skill," she repeated, her voice flat but her cheeks flushing deeper.
"Mm." I kissed her again, softer this time, savoring the warmth of her lips. They tasted sweet like cotton candy, and beneath that they were even softer, like a mouth‑watering dessert. "This is from my Jiu‑Jitsu training back in the Human World. Countless hours of perfecting my technique."
"You are so full of yourself."
"And insufferable."
"And yet, here you are." I kissed the corner of her mouth. "I think you like kisses more than beating me up."
She opened her mouth to retort, but I kissed her again before she could form the words. This time, I did not pull back. I pressed into her, slow and deliberate, letting the kiss deepen. Her fingers tightened in my shirt, tugging me closer, and I felt her lips part just a fraction.
She was not fighting me or cutting it short as when we first kissed after the confession from both of our sides. I think she was enjoying it more than she believed.
Her other hand came up to cup the back of my neck, her fingers threading through my hair. The touch was gentle, almost hesitant, as if she was still processing everything happening to her heart. Her nails scraped lightly against my scalp, and I shivered.
'God, she is going to be the death of me.'
I shifted my weight, settling more comfortably between her legs, and the movement pressed our bodies closer. She made a small sound against my lips, a surprised little moan that was gone before I could tease her for it. Her hips shifted beneath me, and I felt the heat of her through the layers of fabric.
'Easy. I am the captain now. I will not let you push me around when it comes to taking the lead in kissing.'
I pulled back just enough to look at her. Her eyes were half‑lidded, her lips slightly swollen, and her silver hair was a mess against the grass. She looked nothing like the proud, composed vampire heiress who had walked into my life and turned it upside down. She looked helpless and in love, like any other girl her age.
"You are staring," she said, her voice breathy.
"Can you blame me? I love you so much that I want to eat you."
She did not answer. Instead, she pulled me back down, her lips finding mine with a hunger that surprised us both. The kiss grew deeper, more urgent, and her hands roamed across my back, nails scraping against my shoulders, my spine, the dip of my waist.
I let myself get lost in her. The weight of her body beneath mine. The softness of her lips. The way her breath hitched when I traced the line of her jaw with my thumb.
Her hips bucked beneath me, and I felt the heat of her arousal pressing against my thigh. The sensation shot through me like lightning. My own body responded in kind, and I had to fight the urge to grind against her, to chase the friction that promised oblivion.
But when my hand slipped to her waist, sliding beneath the hem of her shirt, she stiffened. Her eyes snapped open, and I saw the conflict there, the desire warring with the instinct to retreat, to protect the walls she had spent six years building.
"I am sorry," I whispered, pulling my hand back. "Too fast?"
She shook her head, then nodded, then shook her head again. Her lips parted, but no words came out. Instead, she bit her lower lip, and I watched as her fangs dimpled the soft skin.
"I do not know," she finally said. Her voice was barely audible. "I have never... not like this. Not with anyone. The weakling handled the body. I only watched. I did not..."
She was nervous. The great Inner Moka, the Shinso vampire who could tear through werewolves and command blood itself, was nervous about intimacy.
I leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to her forehead. "Then we go slow. As slow as you need. There is no rush."
"But you want… It is only natural to… give."
"I want you," I said, cutting her off. "Not just your body. You. The whole package that makes me melt. And I am not going anywhere."
She stared at me for a long moment, her crimson eyes searching mine. Then, slowly, she reached up and traced the line of my jaw with her fingers. Her touch was feather‑light, almost reverent.
"You are an idiot," she said.
"I know."
"But you are my lovely, adorable idiot. The one who makes my heart beat like it is about to burst."
The words hung in the air between us, fragile and precious. I felt my heart swell. I blinked back the sudden pressure behind my eyes.
"Me? Adorable?" I managed a shaky grin. "Heh, you are making me blush."
"Without a doubt," she said, her voice low and certain, "you are my fated one. The one who was meant to remove the Rosario. The one who was meant to be mine. I did not believe in destiny before. I do now."
She laughed, a soft, breathy sound that seemed to surprise even her. And then she pulled me down again, her lips finding mine, and the kiss was different this time. Slower. Deeper. Full of promise.
We stayed like that for a while, trading kisses and whispers, laughing at our own silliness, exploring the new territory of whatever this was between us. Her hands wandered to my shoulders, then to my back, her nails leaving faint crescents on my skin through the fabric.
My own hands stayed where they were, one cradling her neck, the other resting on her hip, not moving higher, not pressing further.
But then her hips shifted beneath me, pressing against my thigh, and I felt her need through the thin layers of fabric. It was not a demand. It was an invitation.
I pulled back just enough to look at her. Her cheeks were flushed, her eyes dark, and her silver hair was spread across the grass like a halo. Her chest rose and fell with each shallow breath, and I could see the conflict in her eyes, the desire warring with the instinct to hide.
"Okay?" I asked.
She nodded, her throat working. "Okay. Just... slowly."
"Slow," I agreed.
I kissed her again, soft and deep, and let my hand wander. Over her hip, across her stomach, feeling the warmth of her skin through the thin fabric. She trembled beneath my touch, but she did not pull away. Her hands gripped my shoulders, holding on like I was the only solid thing in a world that had turned to water.
I moved my hand higher, tracing the curve of her ribs, and she arched into me. Her lips parted, and a soft gasp escaped her. The sound sent a jolt of electricity down my spine.
"Ah..."
I found the hem of her shirt and slipped my fingers beneath it, brushing against the bare skin of her stomach. She flinched, just for a moment, and then she relaxed. Her muscles unclenched beneath my palm, and I felt her surrender to me.
I explored her slowly, mapping the curves of her body with my fingertips. The dip of her waist, the flare of her hips, the softness of her belly. She was warm, so warm, and I could feel her heartbeat through her skin, a rapid flutter that matched my own.
Higher. My fingers traced the underside of her breast, and she gasped. Her back arched, pressing into my hand, and I felt the hardness of her nipple through the fabric of her bra.
"Tsukune."
I leaned down and kissed her again, swallowing her moans, while my thumb brushed against her nipple. It was already stiff, sensitive, and she shuddered beneath me.
"More," she breathed. "I want... more."
I unhooked her bra, my hands steady, and she helped me, her arms lifting, her back arching. The fabric fell away, and I looked down at her, at the pale swell of her breasts, at the peaks that begged for my attention and loving.
'She was beautiful. All of her.'
I lowered my head and took one nipple into my mouth, sucking gently, and she cried out. Her hands lingered in my hair, holding me there, and I felt her hips buck against mine. The sound she made, raw and desperate, went straight to my core.
I moved to the other breast, giving it the same attention, while my hand slid down her stomach, over her navel, to the waistband of her skirt.
"Can I?" I asked, my voice rough.
She nodded, her crimson eyes squeezed shut, her lips parted.
I unzipped her skirt and pulled it down, and she lifted her hips to help me. Her underwear was white, simple, and already damp. I could smell her arousal, sweet and musky, and the scent made my head spin since I had Vampire senses now, stronger than dogs.
I hooked my fingers into the waistband and pulled. She lifted her hips again, and the fabric slid down her legs, falling away.
She lay bare beneath me, her silver hair spread across the grass, her skin flushed, her chest rising and falling with each ragged breath. Her legs were pressed together, her hands covering her face.
"Do not hide," I said, gently pulling her hands away. "You are so beautiful that even Goddess would be jealous of you. Let me see you."
She stared up at me, her crimson eyes glistening. "I am scared."
"I know." I kissed her forehead, her nose, her lips. "Right here. Not going anywhere."
She took a shaky breath and let her legs fall open.
I looked down at her, at the dark curls between her thighs, at the glistening pink flesh beneath. She was wet, so wet, and I could see her pulse fluttering, feel the heat radiating from her core.
I reached down and touched her, just one finger, tracing the outline of her folds. She gasped, her hips jerking, and I felt her muscles clench around nothing.
"Easy," I whispered. "Just breathe."
She took a shuddering breath, and I pressed my finger deeper, sliding through her wetness, circling her entrance. She was tight, so tight, and I knew this would take time to break all of her walls.
I found her clitoris, a small pearl hidden beneath its hood, and pressed gently. She cried out, her back arching, and her whole body shuddered.
"Tsukune!"
"Relax. Let yourself feel it."
I circled her clit with my thumb, slow and steady, while my finger teased her entrance. She was soaking wet now, and I could feel her arousal dripping down my hand.
"Please," she begged. "Please…"
I slid one finger inside her, and she screamed. Her walls clenched around me, hot and tight, her nails digging into my shoulders.
I held still, letting her adjust. Her breath came in short, sharp gasps, her body trembling against mine.
"Another," she said, her voice strained. "I can take it."
I added a second finger, and she moaned, her head falling back. Her hips began to move, rocking against my hand, chasing the pleasure.
I curled my fingers, searching for that spot inside her, and when I found it, her whole body convulsed. She made a sound that was almost a sob, raw and overwhelmed, and her inner walls clamped down on my fingers like a vice grip.
"That's it," I said, keeping my fingers moving, slow and steady. "Let go. Cum for me, love."
"I-I am cumming! Cumming! ❤️~"
Her climax rolled through her in waves. Her back arched off the grass, her hips bucked, and her mouth hung open in a silent cry. I watched her face, the way her eyes squeezed shut, the way her lips trembled. She was beautiful, completely undone.
The spasms lasted long seconds, then she collapsed, her body limp, her chest heaving. Smaller aftershocks rippled through her, making her thighs twitch.
I pulled my hand away slowly, and she whimpered at the loss. I brought my fingers to my lips and licked them clean while watching her, tasting her sweetness. I was fully erect, aching with need, but I knew that Inner Moka was not ready for such a big step as having sex with me. Her body was ready, but her mind and heart still had walls that I had to chip away, one by one.
I then gathered her into my arms, pulling her close. She curled against me, her head resting on my chest, her silver hair damp with sweat.
We stayed like that for a long time, tangled together, breathing slowly returning to normal. The moon climbed higher, the training ground grew cold, but neither of us moved.
"That was... strange," she finally said, her voice muffled against my chest.
"Strange good or strange bad?"
"Strange... I have never felt anything like that. My body... it was not mine anymore. The weakling never... she never experienced anything like that. I did not know my body could..." She trailed off.
"That is called an orgasm," I said, unable to keep the smugness from my voice. "They tend to have that effect."
She swatted my chest weakly. "I know what it is called. I am not an ignorant peasant."
"Then what?"
She was silent for a moment. Then, quietly, "I did not know it could feel like that. It was... overwhelming. And you... you seem to be in a bit of pain right now..."
"I told you. No rush."
She lifted her head and looked at me, her crimson eyes soft, vulnerable. "You really meant that."
"I really did."
She kissed me, soft and sweet, and I felt the last of the tension drain from her body.
We stayed like that, hugging each other, suspended in the quiet of the training ground next to the Blood River. She was breathing heavily while leaning on me, and I heard her whisper that this sensation was too strange for her, the aftershocks still rippling through her body.
"You will have a new world to explore, my dear," I said.
"And so will you," she replied.
Then, without warning, she sat up, swung her leg over my hips, and pinned me to the ground. Her silver hair fell around us like a curtain, and her crimson eyes blazed down at me.
"My turn," she said, her voice low and playful. "This is for having such devilish hands."
Before I could respond, she leaned down and bit my neck. Not hard, but sharp enough to draw blood. Her fangs sank into my skin, the familiar pull, the rush of endorphins making my head swim. She drank deeply, and I held her close, my hands on her hips, feeling her body shudder against mine as she drew sustenance from me.
"Ouch." I pulled back, my hand pressing against the wound. The punctures were already closing, my vampiric regeneration kicking in. "Hey, no biting. That is just cheating."
When she finally pulled back, her lips were stained red, and she looked down at me with a satisfied smirk.
"That is for making me lose control," she said.
"Worth it."
She kissed me, soft and sweet, and I tasted my own blood on her lips. It was strange, intimate, and utterly intoxicating.
"I love you," I said, the words falling out before I could stop them. But I did not want to stop them. "I love you, Moka."
She stared at me for a long moment. Her eyes glistened, and her lips trembled. Then she smiled, a real smile, full of warmth and wonder.
"I love you too, Tsukune."
She lay back down beside me, her head on my chest, and we watched the stars come out. One by one, they appeared in the dark sky, scattered like diamonds across velvet.
"I never watched the stars like this," she said quietly. "When I was sealed, there were no stars. Only darkness. Only the weakling's dreams."
"Now you have all the stars you want."
She was silent for a moment. Then, "Can we stay here? Just a little longer?"
"As long as you want."
We stayed.
The night deepened, the stars wheeled overhead, and the Blood River flowed beside us, dark and eternal. Inner Moka's breathing slowed, her body growing heavy against mine. I held her, not wanting to let go, not wanting the moment to end.
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(A/N: So, I don't know what you think about this erotica chapter. Might seem cringe (or maybe not and I am just too focused on the small things) in some areas, since I haven't written smut in a while. I tried to have a natural build-up of the romance between Tsukune and Inner, and this also means, not forcing upon Inner with some nonsense, out-of-nowhere, rapist penetration.)
(Overall, I'll do another R18 sooner than later since it was actually fun doing it. And here comes the Hentai Art I told you about in the disclaimer. Hopefully I don't get flagged or banned, lol)