Story: Hentai Crystal

 

So this was going miles better than expected. Libra was practically rubbing their hands together with glee. This Mamoru guy had seemed really suspicious at first, but now? Now his door was alllll the way open. No restrictions, he could explore it as much as he wanted and he had to say. If 'Usagi Tsukino' was a fetish or type of sexuality, then Mamoru Chiba was all in on it.

The corridor was filled to bursting with statues of her, paintings of her, wax statues of her, body pillows of her, you name it and it was here. Some of them in her civilian guise, others as Sailor Moon. Not in some meek submissive pose either. We're talking confident salutes, the middle of her performing some kind of attack. A lot of guys, what would get them interested is the whole saving her schtick, but Mamoru was drawn to her strength.

Or maybe he was drawn to her legs. Those skirts were really short even before Libra showed up.

Anyway, there wasn't too much he needed to do here. Mamoru's eagerness to please Usagi was pretty close to what he needed from the boy. It wasn't like the plan was to make him into some playboy or anything, having Mamoru be a bit more willing to be intimate with Usagi was completely sufficient for what he was aiming for, which was -

Huh, come to think, what was Libra aiming for anymore? Huh! Hrm? Hrm! No, couldn't quite grasp it. Never mind, it wasn't important. All that mattered for now was what was going on out there. And what was going on out there was... equal parts erotic and terrifying.

You see, Libra had caught a glimpse of how outright powerful Sailor Moon could be if she used her full power. How strong? <b>Strong</b>. We're talking a magically enhanced physique that is capable of literally jumping to the moon. That's no mean feat. Those legs that Libra was hypothesising Mamoru was drooling over (seriously those skirts!) could comfortably crush a tank in between them. Her endurance was equally superhuman, her overall speed and dexterity went way above human limits but weren't <i>quite</I> as ludicrous as her strength.

All in all if Sailor Moon tried to sleep with anyone but Tuxedo Mask she'd likely kill them. By accident. Libra was into a lot of stuff, but that was a bridge too far. So. yeah. If it had been the plan to turn her into the village bike (it hadn't been) that scheme would have been defenestrated already. Tossed clean out the window.

Right now, something very, uh, interesting was going on. Sailor Moon had tackled Mamoru onto the bed. It broke. As in, it completely shattered into dust - but then some bright light shone out of Sailor Moon's body while she tonguefucked Mamoru's mouth - Libra couldn't call that kissing, that gave completely the wrong impression - and then the bed was whole again.

After this, Tuxedo Mask rolled Sailor Moon over on the bed, thrust once, and the bed was powder once again. Before gravity caught up with them, that same bright light shone out and it was reformed just in time for his next thrust to pull it all together again.

Yeah, that was around the time that Libra started to feel fear. Complete mortal terror over the horndogs that he was in the process of creating. They were casually atomising a bed by accident, and Sailor Moon was reflexively auto-healing it. A nervous sweat bubble trailed its way down Libra's head, and it was quickly joined by many more when a fresh thought hit him.

'They have only just started. What will happen when they get really into it?'

The funny thing was that their clothes were staying on. That was fine. Most people liked to strip off completely, but others liked to roleplay. The fact these two weren't roleplaying didn't change the fact that some people kept their clothes on while fucking each other stupid. That was probably the least weird thing going on here. It looked like Tuxedo Mask had little Mamo-kun poking out the front of his trousers. Well, little... Libra changed that on reflex to make it a little bigger and from the sounds Sailor Moon was making she very much appreciated it. Her thighs clenched, she pulled away from her rough tonguefucking of Tuxedo Mask's mouth, let him move on to sloppily nibbling on her neck.

Then the floor caved in and was also auto-healed before anything could fall. Then again, and again, and oh lord Libra hoped they didn't kill anyone on accident. Or that, at least, Sailor Moon's newly buffed healing ability could bring the recently dead back to life.

Tuxedo Mask's hands went on a greedy expedition of Sailor Moon's body, finding no resistance and only acceptance everywhere they went. Although - as expected - her thighs and the region under her tiny skirt seemed to be the favoured destination. Her hands were far from idle either. Starting at the back of his head, they went down to his chest, then slipped all the way down to his butt. Not over his trousers. Tucking into them, getting a feel for the flesh and from the way her muscles were flexing in her wrists she was getting a good hard squeeze.

His hands reached around her waist and - oh dear it seemed that the walls and ceiling had caved in from that one. Once again, in the blink of an eye, a bright light shone out and it was remade. The terror in Libra's soul increased - yet so did his arousal.

"Mm! Mamo-chan! Right there!" Sailor Moon whimpered, his tongue tracing a path down her collarbone and slowly reaching her chest. Her partner clearly knew what he was doing, because every lick seemed to only further heighten the blonde’s arousal. Until Tuxedo Mask finally reached the center of her right breast and started teasingly licking just around her nipple.

“Ahh.. no, don’t play with me!” The Senshi of Moon whined, sounding more like a needy teenage girl than a legendary hero who regularly saved the world. She tugged him around, got on top in the cowgirl position and then - "Oh, yes! Stop teasing me, you meanie!"

Each word was punctuated with enough thrusting force from her hips to equal a dozen wrecking balls hitting the building at once, which again was healed nigh-instantly only for this to be repeated again every second or so.

Libra was now pouring buckets of sweat off his brow. As a sex demon, he had experienced a lot of voyeuristic scenes of couples fucking each other stupid. He'd born witness to countless copulations over the course of history. Judging from Sailor Moon's breathing, and from Tuxedo Mask's grunting, he would say they weren't even at thirty percent of their 'into it' rating yet. They were still revving up. Mercy above and below at this rate they would be making and unmaking the city every half second before they were done.

It escalated quickly now that Sailor Moon was on top. She was a little less restrained in terms of personality as compared to Tuxedo Mask, a lot more eager to simply jump into things, and hence her enthusiasm was being backed up with that monstrous strength to gradually hit the city with the force of a magnitude 8 earthquake.

"Do you like this, Sailor Moon?" Tuxedo Mask asked, grabbing her breasts and thrusting up into her. Her hips slammed down with as much force as the moon itself. Imagine if someone had set off an atomic explosion in the middle of Tokyo every half second and then continually undone it. You'd get a pretty good idea of what was happening here.

"Ohhh, Tuxedo Maaaask!" Sailor Moon moaned. Wait a minute! What was Libra doing merely watching this! He dashed into Sailor Moon's corridor and used it to put an idea in her head. Out in the real world, she stopped and then got onto her hands and knees, wiggling her butt up in the air. "Take me, you stud!"

If he'd said something like 'with pleasure' then Libra was likely to hurl, but luckily it did not come to that. Instead he sat up, grabbed her waist and started to rail her from behind hard enough to shift a tectonic plate.

... In retrospect this might not have been the best idea. The two of them were letting out a lot of mutually built up sexual tension right now, and their respective brute strength was absolutely ridiculous. The fact that they had difficulty against any youma or enemies had to be down to magical hax or stupidity on her part because <i>what the fuck</i>.

At this point Libra honestly had to check out what was going on in the greater world. Funny thing about sex demons, they don't actually <i>like</i> it when people get hurt. In a non-kinky way, BDSM was plenty hot when done right. Wait, could he think of this as - No, no, don't be ridiculous, you couldn't call a natural disaster like this BDSM on an entire city!

Anyway, he needed to check out the damage. It was a bit surreal, looking over the city and seeing it constantly getting destroyed and remade exactly the way it had been a moment ago, with the rate increasing rapidly. As in, not quite exponentially but just about that fast. How was this being seen by the people in the city?

"Ah, must be another youma attack," said one person.

"Hey that's weird, my broken arm is all better."

"Hey babe, I know we were gonna wait for marriage, but..."


"If you don't, I'll preemptively divorce you."

... Huh. Weird. They seemed to be taking it pretty well, all things considered. Could it be? Had they experienced so many weird youma attacks that the process of being atomised repeatedly and then brought back to life didn't really phase them anymore? Or... was it because Sailor Moon's healing energy was so drenched in lust magic? Could that be clouding their judgment at the same time that it's healing them? Making them too horny to pay it much mind?

It was funny. Libra had initially possessed the Crystal in the first place due to how much power it would grant, but only now was the full scale and scope of that power really dawning on him.

1. So, this draws the attention of those Order seeking villains, because it's pretty bloody obvious.
2. The other Senshi notice something weird is happening
3. Back to the temple with Mercury and the Starlights.
4. Something else