Wet Dreams and Thunderstorms (Sailor Moon) (Patreon)

Mamoru Chiba was a lucky guy. He was handsome, the crush of all the ladies, and in secret he was the superhero Tuxedo Mask. Whatever misfortune he suffered early in life losing both his parents and dealing with amnesia was nothing compared to what he had going for him now. He felt like a king.

But there was one other problem. Namely, Usagi Tsukino and all of her hot friends. As much as he liked to dunk on Bunhead, she wasn't the real apple of his eye. No, his real attention was on Makoto Kino. That aloof air she had mixed with that classic beauty would get any guy's attention. Nothing like Usagi, as sensible as Ami, straight laced like Rei, and drop dead gorgeous like Minako. But the real thing he liked about her were those breasts. No matter what mood she was in or how modestly she was dressed, there was no hiding her big chest.

Despite his refined persona, his crush had gotten so bad that he would sneak around tailing Usagi and her friends so that once every day, he would be nearby. “Hey, I think Mamo-chan is stalking me!” Usagi would flail about. He'd just smirk and shake his head, saying, “Whatever Bunhead,” and that would be the end of it. The others started off teasing her, but lately they would say they only wish a dreamboat like Mamoru was stalking them. But even an airheaded girl like her was onto something. Seeing pretty ladies like them was always a treat. The real prize though, was Makoto.

He'd see them a lot at the Crown Arcade in Juban. Usagi would be playing at the arcade while her friends would equally tease her and cheer her on. Sometimes they would be competing with each other too. Even with that conservative long skirt of hers on, whenever she’d bend just a little lower, that ass of hers would stick up in the air just right. And the light would shine on her so good that he could see her nubile sexy form through her clothes.

He had a bold idea in his head. He liked to imagine her looking away from them and locking eyes with him as he stared at her. He wouldn't have minded seeing her break away while they were occupied, see her look at him and smile. She always did look more beautiful when she did that. Maybe she'd join him while Usagi and the others were having their fun.

If she did do that, he would have loved to see her get a more devilish side to her than whenever she was around Usagi. She'd find herself a new friend, a guy friend. If that time ever came to pass, he knew she'd take him on the offer. She'd be the envy of all the others. He couldn't begin to imagine the look on Bunhead's face then.

And he knew she'd capitalize on that. Maybe while Usagi was off fuming with the others, Makoto would naughtily flip open the hem of her sailor fuku, showing those big tits of hers underneath. He wouldn't be surprised to know a headstrong girl like that probably didn't even wear a bra. He could only begin to imagine how big her nipples were.

Then the real fun would start. He wouldn't mind unzipping his pants right back, showing her what heat he was packing in turn. They'd sneak off so that he was sitting at one of the tables with her crawling underneath, hidden from the naughty eyes of anyone else there. But there would be plenty of naughty happenings going on.

He wouldn't mind moving his head back, feeling those hands of hers, soft as they were strong, unzip his pants and pull out his penis. She'd stroke him, getting him harder than he already was, he couldn't begin to imagine how good she'd work him. All the while he'd just be sitting back, chilling with some food, everyone else there totally oblivious to what was really going on.

Though however good her hands might feel, he knew that it would be nothing compared to her mouth. He wanted to look down at her and cup her cheek, neither of them saying a word, but communicating what he wanted to her perfectly. And she'd lick her lips suggestively and open that mouth of hers wide and take him totally inside of her.

He imagined it might be pretty hard keeping things incognito while that was going on. That soft wet mouth of hers would be good enough on it's own, but after the weird friendly rivalry he had going on with her girl gang, he liked to think she would be sucking him off like a champ. The two of them would be having their own little secret fling and her under the darkness of the table with everybody else having their fun, nobody would suspect a thing.

The thought of it got him so hard. He was still in the Crown Arcade sitting there eating his lunch, they were off on their own at the arcade minding their own business. But he was staring at her like a hawk, nursing a mean boner in his pants. When she went to leave with Usagi, she momentarily looked back at him. She gave him a polite little smile then looked away. His eyes followed that tight ass of hers the whole way until she was out.

Needless to say, he beat off like crazy as soon as he got home.

And that wasn't the worst of it. She had that perfect mix of innocent and alluring when she was in her school uniform. But in her outfit as a Sailor Scout, she was drop dead sexy. He'd seen all of her curves when she was in her Sailor Jupiter persona, he saw her lovely hips and every inch of her breasts, it was a miracle he was able to function as Tuxedo Mask at all. He saw plenty more of her too, those long lovely legs, that ass of hers hanging out of that miniskirt, she might as well have been naked.

The next day they were fighting the youma, the two of them had gotten separated from the rest of the Sailor Scouts. They were in an alleyway, cornered. These youma were pretty tough too, and they were forced to fight, back to back. She smiled at him. “There’s nobody else I’d like to have my back,” she said. Even in the danger of the current situation, he stifled a blush and hoped he didn’t get too hard. These monsters would be sure to capitalize on that one.

They fought like hell to get out of that situation. By the end of it, they were both sweating and exhausted. But they had won. Makoto smiled at him and suddenly pulled him into a big hug. He was frozen, this warrior goddess was right up against him, her big tits were squishing right up on his chest and she was clutching onto him hard. He instantly popped a boner and he was too afraid she would notice it to hold her back. But as time went on, the other Sailor Scouts didn’t show up, she was still holding him, laughing. He wouldn’t put this one on hold any longer. Maybe something else might happen than an innocent little hug.

But just as he began to hold her back, he heard the other Sailor Scouts in the distance. She quickly separated from him and rejoined her friends. He instantly turned away, not wanting them to see him pitching a tent. He looked back at the others. Usagi and her entourage were damn fine too, but he couldn’t begin to imagine playing up some ladykiller persona without one of them poking fun at him trying to act like that and ruining the whole mood. He never thought he’d actually be cock blocked by other girls.

That night he was feeling too defeated to really fantasize about anything. He fell asleep pretty easily. But then as he was dozing, he was back in that alleyway with her, and they had just defeated the youma. She was hugging him and he returned her embrace, feeling all over her body, so tight and lithe in that form fitting outfit of hers. His dick was rock hard in his pants and he ached for more.

While they were still hugging, she looked him in the eyes. He wouldn’t wait for anyone else to ruin the moment this time, he held her close and stole their first kiss. He deepened that embrace, moving his greedy hands to her long legs, reaching up her little skirt and cup that tush of hers under her skirt, squeezing it. It was Makoto who opened her mouth, letting his tongue in, and they went at it for several wonderful minutes, nobody bothering them. By the time they were done, they had passionately making out like the two horny teenagers they were, and there was a thin line of spit between their tongues.

Looking into each other’s eyes, they were holding each other. At that point he wasn’t shy about his wants, he was feeling all over her, that suit of hers really did so much justice to her body. She was returning the favor too, massaging his hardness in his pants, and then she took initiative. She unzipped the fly of his pants and pulled out his naked dick, those gloves of hers were just as smooth and tight as the rest of her suit and they felt so good on his shaft as she jacked him off, looking at him with a lewd smile.

That was his breaking point. That little suit of hers might have been built to withstand all kinds of punishment but it had taken a hell of a beating in their earlier fight and now it was nothing to him, he viciously tore off the top of it, exposing those naked hooters to his hungry eyes. Before she could react, he sucked on them like he had always wanted to. They were so big and her flesh was so pillowy and soft, and as he ate her chest like a beast, he devoured her. He tasted her hard nipples, proof she was enjoying it.

There was another sign she was welcoming this new side of him. She had been jacking him off all the while, feeding his bestial lusts. He looked up at her, her beautiful visage still in her torn up Sailor Scout uniform would look so vulnerable and erotic at the same time like she was some kind of pinup model. He knew exactly what he wanted and it was right here in front of him.

He pulled down her panties and shoved his cock right inside of her. She moaned loudly, enough to get the attention of any nearby bystanders, but neither of them cared at that point. He was plowing her cunt like he needed it, and she had wrapped herself around him totally, clinging to him, wanting it just as much as he did. There was nobody around to disturb them.

Their mouths were open, their tongues flicking up against each other. He had gotten her up against the wall of the alleyway, fucking her ruthlessly, her ass was chafing on the surface but neither of them cared. With her holding onto him so ardently and her between him and the wall, he grabbed her breasts again and fondled them like a beast while they were making out. She was so tight on his dick, and one of them was going to cum soon.

It was him. He burst his load into her, and she screamed loud enough now to wake the neighbors, her cum filled cunt squeezing bad on his dick. Let them look. He had nothing to be ashamed of.

They both looked into each other’s eyes. Their faces were so sweaty and flushed in that hazy mix of euphoria and desire, and they kissed again, melting into each other’s presence. Then he heard a loud voice in the distance. He couldn’t make it out at first, it was unimportant, but then it got clearer.

“Jupiter! Tuxedo Mask! What are you two doing!”

It was Usagi. Before he had the chance to say something, maybe take her too as revenge for earlier that day, he woke up. He was covered in sweat, there was cum on his blankets. And he was still alone.

“Cock blocked by Bunhead again,” he mused to himself.

He turned back to go back to sleep. That wouldn’t last for long, he’d doze off no problem and wake up with no more bothersome dreams. He wanted to get more rest but the sun had already risen high enough for daylight. He figured he’d get up now and wash while he was at it. While he was in the shower, the water and soap on his body felt so good. He felt a presence, and with it, a tingling in his penis.

Then he heard footsteps in his washroom. He couldn’t see who it was on the other side of the glass but he knew it was a woman’s form, just as naked as he was. She opened the door without asking to be let in.

It was Makoto. Her hair was down, she looked just as gorgeous as he expected. The look on her face was warped and demonic and she shut the glass door behind her. Clearly she hadn’t forgotten their little tag team against the youma and was looking to repay him. Before he could say anything, she got down on her knees and playing with his burning hot penis in her hands, fondled it, rubbing her face on it. Her soft moans were touching something in him beyond his desire.

She got down on her knees. She took his pecker in between her breasts and went to work from the get go. As he stood there, speechless and locked in his delight, she started sucking him off.

He could only stand there, crying out like a little boy with his first crush. With how she was going down on him, her long wet hair covering her whole expression and him only able to see her lovely lips sucking him off, she looked like some insatiable succubus, one of those demons that would come to kill you in seven days after watching a cursed video tape. If this was how he was gonna go, he had no regrets.

He burst before he expected to, shooting all of his cum down her throat. Even as he was blowing his load, she kept on going at it, bobbing her head and using her tits to work him good, swallowing every last drop of his jizz that she could. As she took his manhood out of her mouth, he shot several final shots in her hair, and she took her long mane and wrapped it around his dick, cleaning it off perfectly.

She looked up at him with a look that was both helpless and almost ravenous in it’s hunger. The pouring water washed his cum out of her wet locks. Locked eyes, she stood up so they far closer.

They mashed their tongues in a hungry depraved kiss. He could taste his spooge on her tongue, he could feel her skin on his for real, and it was going to be so good. Stepping things up a notch, he grabbed her hips and jammed her down onto his cock.

She moaned like a demon too, growling deeply at the sensation of him being inside of her. He pushed her up against the glass, if anyone was on the other end they would have seen her sexy ass and big squishing up on the surface. That dream of fucking her in the alleyway but having her for real was another thing entirely. Her naked tits were rubbing on his bare chest, her long hair was falling on his face and shoulders, and they were still licking at each other like hungry dogs. Her naked body was wrapped around his and nothing felt more right.

He came again, it hadn’t even felt like a minute. But it felt even better than when he had burst his load inside her mouth and had his shaft worked by those tits of hers, and she chuckled as she melted into her own climax. Somehow he wanted even more, he wasn’t going soft at all and pulling out of her, he spun her around and shoved his dick right inside that tight little asshole of hers.

He was fucking even harder on the glass now. She couldn’t even give it to him right back, that’s how hard he was drilling her, and the only other sound aside from the falling water on the floor was her making a loud dull moan as he kept on fucking her. But there was no doubt she was enjoying it, she hooked an arm around his neck as he stuffed her, and he hungrily kissed her neck. Her expression was a dumb drunk smile squished on the other side of the glass and her tits were pressed right up against it, her hard nipples vigorously rubbing all over the surface.

He came again, blowing his load in her ass and her whole body shook up. He suddenly seemed spent of all his energy and he let her down as she fell to the floor, his semen pouring out of her holes. She just lay there, defeated, and he had to sit down too, that was easily better than any fantasy he had.

He was about to say something to her, to comfort her, but he couldn’t speak. He blinked, his vision seemed hazy and inarticulate. Everything seemed to be fading.

And then he woke up. He looked up, the sun was shining bright in his eyes. He winced and got up, irritated.

“This is definitely the real one,” he said.

Things would go on as they normally did. He would fulfill the prophecy of King Endymion along with Usagi playing the role of Neo-Queen Serenity. All was well in the universe.

But several thousand years later in Crystal Tokyo, he would wake up next to his wife in a lewd heat. He just had the raunchiest dream of Makoto blowing him while he sat on his throne, his darling queen was away for a diplomatic visit, and even after having had a bombshell of a woman like Usagi, it was still better than he could have ever imagined. He looked at his bedsheets and saw they were stained with his cum and he was rock hard.

“You have to be kidding me…”

He got up to go get some air. He was in the hallway, thinking himself alone, when he suddenly saw Makoto. The girl of his dreams was just as much of a stunner as she had been a so many millennia before and after that dream of his, she was dressed to catch any man’s attention. She was wearing a tiny sleeveless transparent green gown that left nothing to the imagination and revealed those gams of hers. She was innocently turned to the side, he saw her asscheeks hanging out in a little thong the skirt of her gown. He gulped in his throat, finding himself some staring at her.

Looking too long to remain innocent either. She turned her head to look at him and smiled. “Your Majesty! Why are you up at this hour?” He was plenty hot and bothered seeing her in that racy little getup but she wasn’t much better, he was only wearing a pair of tighty whities, leaving his entire muscular form exposed to her gaze. And she wasn't wearing a bra either.

“Please, just...let’s just talk like we used to, okay?” he said, turning awkwardly to the side.

“Alright, Mamo, why are you up at this…” She looked down and her eyes widened, seeing him pitching a tent. “Um…”

“It’s not what it looks like, it…” They were both embarrassed pretty bad, and he realized that he actually hurt her feelings. “Okay, so it’s exactly what it looks like.”

“B-but, you’re married and you’re the king and…”

“Yeah, and I’ve wanted you ever since I first saw you Makoto. It’s true what Usagi said way back when, I was stalking you girls at the Crown Arcade, but it was just so I could get a look at you. That time we fought those youma together in that alleyway, I only wish Usagi hadn’t come so we could uh, um…” He cleared his throat. “...properly celebrate our victory. And yeah...don’t be all weird about it, it’s bad enough for me and…” He was getting tongue tied and realizing what he said, looked away.

A dark grin lit up her face. “Oh I don’t mind, Your Majesty. And I don’t want to be a homewrecker either. But that doesn’t mean we can’t have our fun.”

“You can’t seriously be thinking of…”

“Nobody’s going to find out. And it’s just a little bit of fun. We won’t go all out.” She strode on over to him and wrapped her arms around his neck. “Okay?”

He couldn’t believe it. His long awaited fantasy was actually happening. Even as king of the world married to a beautiful woman like Serenity, he felt a joy leap up in his chest like a little boy. The soft fabric of her gown, those big tits were right up on his chest, he could feel her nipples poking out. And she was seductively moving her naked thigh right up on his crotch.

“Fuck yes.” He grabbed all over her body, that Sailor Scout uniform had felt good, but it was nothing as soft and as exquisite as the night gown she was wearing, and now having finally had his crush turn to reality, it was infinitely better than any of those dreams of his. “So how did you want to…”

“Just follow my lead.”

She turned herself around and gave him a playful grin before she bent over. He gasped as she started twerking all over his dick, wiggling that ass of hers like she was a dancer in a strip club. He looked down at those cheeks of hers bouncing, he couldn’t believe that she could work them so good. And he was getting worked even better than that.

“I’ve been such a bad girl…” she said in a whore’s falsetto. “I hope nobody finds us like this. I know my king will get off lightly because he’s the king, but I can’t begin to imagine what would happen to little old me.”

Then she suddenly hit him hard, slamming her butt right on him. He gasped, he felt like he was about to collapse but in a good way. He was harder now than he ever was, filled with a masculine energy he hadn’t felt in some time. She knew it too and turning herself around, held onto him again, playfully running her fingers all over his skin.

She was moving herself up on him. As Sailor Jupiter and in that nightgown right now, she always looked so vulnerable, revealing so much of her. But now the tables had turned and he was totally at her mercy. He was losing himself, feeling her sexy tushy while she kept on moving on him. His dick felt like it was about to slip out of his undies, the crotch of her thong was moving up on his manhood with every movement and he started humping her right back.

“You like this?” she said.

“Yes.”

“You want me to stop?”

“No, no do not stop! Do not…”

“Don't what?”

He was about to break when she moved away from him. He felt like a thirsty man denied water. She had turned around and smiled, knowing how much power she held over him. And now that he had her, he wasn't going to ruin this moment. “Bet you really liked touching these...” she said, playing with her tits.

“Yeah...”

She giggled. He couldn't look away from her, she was running one of her fingers alongside his clothed boner, teasing and tempting him. The feeling was exquisite and somehow he managed to keep himself restrained during all of it. Maybe it was those eyes tempting him, they were in total sync with what they wanted. He had no idea this fantasy would be this damn good.

“Then follow me.”

He didn't know what she was planning, but he followed her anyway. The whole time he was staring at her ass, but as he looked up, he realized he was going to his throne room. He got in front of her and stopped her. He looked around, making sure there weren't any guards. When the coast was clear, he looked back and nodded at her.

She took the lead again, and sat by his throne. “Come play my king,” she cooed to him.

He didn't need to be told twice. He got on his throne and sat down. Makoto was hovering right over him.

Then she proceeded to give him a lap dance. At first she was twerking her ass all over his dick, just like before. The two of them alone, he reached up and fondled her tits, and she looked back at him, nodding at him in approval. He traced his fingers along her tits, he felt her nipples, just as rock hard with arousal as his dick was. They had found a pace to both tease and tantalize each other.

She suddenly threw her head back so her little ponytail hit him right in the face. She lay her head back on his shoulder and looked back at him. Not looking away, she slowed down the rate of how she was working him with that ass of hers. It was a power move on her part now that she knew how badly he wanted her.

But he had another tender spot of hers too. He pinched her nipples and she barely held in the little squeak of her voice. He snickered seeing her like that.

“So worth it,” he said.

She put her face to his naked masculine chest and breathed deeply. The hot sensation alone sent shivers up his spine, putting his earlier attempt at dominance in question. He tried to keep himself from shaking but just that effort alone was putting him on edge and she knew it. She continued breathing on him, moving up from his shoulders to his neck, each second seeming like an eternity, until her soft kissable lips were right in front of him. She moaned deeply like a whore and blew huskily right on his face.

He couldn't handle the teasing anymore. He suddenly pulled her into a kiss. He shoved his tongue inside her mouth in a fit of sheer want, and he grabbed her breasts. They felt so good in his hands, he had wanted it for so long and now it was no dream, it was real. Their lips parted, a small strand of spit with drunken smiles on their faces.

“You must have wanted that for a long time,” she said. He didn't answer, there really was no need for words right now.

She was teasing him again, running a finger up alongside his shaft. She found the ridge of his cock head and taking it between her fingers, moved her digits in an almost scissoring motion around it. So close and so far to actual skin contact. He smiled, letting her play with him to her heart's content. After all this time, it was so worth it.

“Makoto please I...” He wanted to step things up to the next level, he was begging her for permission to let him ravish her here on the throne. She knew it too, and held down onto his shoulder to assert her dominance while still toying with him.

She put her lips to his ear. “You gonna scream?” He didn't answer at first and then she blew a small stream of air on his sensitive earlobe. He jerked up, and she especially felt his penis tensing up.

“I…” His voice was about to escape his throat, but she clamped her palm on his mouth before he got too loud. His muffled cries were so loud that she was worried they were going to be caught.

She looked back. The coast was clear and nobody came out. Something else came out though. He couldn't take it anymore and buried his face into the bustline of her gown and the silky texture coupled with the enormous shape of her hooters on his face was everything he could have hoped for. He jerked up as he spurt a load inside of his little underpants, and it was such a wild ejaculation that there was some oozing out through the fabric of his underwear and down the impression of his boner still pressing up on it.

Then he sat back. He wasn’t moving that much anymore, and she looked down, seeing the lump in his pants having calmed down a bit, the stain on his undershorts. She let him go and stepped back, seeing the load on his underwear. Her haughty persona had faded and she blushed, realizing what she had just done.

“Oh wow...Mamo, I…”

He couldn’t say anything, he just breathed hard. They hadn’t fucked for real just then, but that was definitely the best nut he had in a long time. And as he looked at her again, he found himself rising up again. She didn't mind that one bit.

But they had been lucky to not have gotten caught. She grabbed him there, getting him fully hard again in an instant. His weakness got her smiling ear to ear. He wanted to take her for real this time.

Only for her to whisper into his ear, “Sweet dreams lover boy.” She clutched onto his dick harder, for several moments, savoring in her domination over him.

Then she let him go. She skipped back down the hallway like a little girl in love. His gaze followed her sexy visage, looking at those legs, that ass jiggling, and as she went back into her room, she blew him a kiss and waved him goodbye with her fingers. Then she was gone.

A dumb smile lit up his face. He returned to his room to find his wife still sleeping. He happily lay beside her and closed his eyes.

“Oh hey...” she droned lightly at his presence. He was about to say something, anything to coax her for some nookie when she said just as fast, “Good night...”

“Yeah. Night Bunhead.” If she wasn't half asleep, she definitely would have turned at being called that one after so long.

Now that he had a taste of Makoto for real, he wanted to have more. He was still rock hard but he was so happy in spirit that he konked out almost instantly. As he turned in his sleep, he dreamt of other ways to sneak around with the erotic little vixen. And when he woke up that morning, he made a mess of the bedsheets as usual.