Makoto Kino | Sailor Moon

The late afternoon sun, a molten gold, streamed through the large windows of Makoto Kino's cozy apartment, painting streaks of warmth across the worn wooden floor. Dust motes danced in the light, tiny ephemeral sprites in the quiet air. Makoto, or Mako-chan as she was affectionately known by her closest friends, hummed a soft, tuneless melody as she tidied up. Her usually practical attire, a comfortable oversized sweater and leggings, did little to hide the burgeoning curves of her figure, a gentle invitation even in its modesty. Her rich brunette hair cascaded around her shoulders, a dark, luxurious wave framing her face, and her vibrant green eyes, usually alight with determination and kindness, held a softer, more introspective gleam today. She was waiting. The anticipation was a low thrum beneath her skin, a sweet ache that had been building for weeks. It wasn't just any waiting; it was a profound, soul-deep longing, a yearning for connection that transcended the everyday. She traced the rim of a ceramic mug, her thoughts drifting to the person who was about to arrive, the one who made her heart beat a rhythm so uniquely hers.

The doorbell chimed, a soft, melodic sound that cut through the stillness. Makoto’s breath hitched. She smoothed down her sweater, a nervous flutter erupting in her stomach, yet a smile, genuine and radiant, bloomed on her lips. She walked to the door, her steps light, almost buoyant. As she opened it, her breath caught again, this time in pure delight. There stood the reason for her anticipation, the object of her burgeoning affection, a figure who had slowly, beautifully, woven themselves into the very fabric of her being. The initial awkwardness, the polite smiles, had long since faded, replaced by a comfortable familiarity, a shared history that now hinted at something far deeper, far more intimate.

Tonight was different. The air itself felt charged, thick with unspoken desires, with the electric current of two souls on the precipice of something profound. They had spent the evening sharing a simple meal, the conversation flowing effortlessly from lighthearted banter to earnest confessions. Makoto found herself drawn to the other’s quiet strength, the way they listened with such attentiveness, the gentle warmth that radiated from them. She felt seen, truly seen, in a way that was both exhilarating and, dare she admit it, a little terrifying. Her own feelings, so long carefully guarded, were beginning to spill over, a tide of affection and attraction that she could no longer contain.

As they sat on the sofa, the remnants of dinner cleared away, a comfortable silence settled between them. The only sounds were the distant hum of the city and the soft, rhythmic beating of their own hearts. Makoto’s gaze met the other’s, and in that shared look, a universe of unspoken words passed. A slow, sensual smile played on the other’s lips, a mirroring of Makoto’s own tentative expression. The Guardian of Protection, the warrior who had faced countless dangers, felt a vulnerability bloom within her, a raw, tender emotion that was more powerful than any evil she had ever fought. It was the vulnerability of wanting, of hoping, of offering her heart.

A hand reached out, gentle as a whisper, and brushed a stray strand of Makoto’s hair from her cheek. The touch sent a shiver, not of cold, but of pure, unadulterated pleasure, tracing its way down her spine. Her green eyes fluttered closed for a brief moment, savoring the sensation, the intimate gesture that spoke volumes. When she opened them, the other’s face was closer, their gaze filled with a tender hunger that mirrored her own. The air crackled with a palpable tension, a sweet, intoxicating dance of anticipation. Makoto’s breath grew shallow, her body humming with a delicious anticipation.

The first kiss was tentative, a soft exploration, a question asked and answered with a shared sigh. It was like the first bloom of spring after a long winter, delicate yet bursting with life. But as the kiss deepened, so did the intensity, the exploration becoming more daring, more passionate. Makoto responded with an eagerness that surprised even herself, her hands finding their way to the other’s hair, her fingers tangling in the soft strands. The world outside ceased to exist, shrinking to the space between their lips, the shared breath, the growing heat that flared between them. It was a kiss that spoke of pent-up emotion, of weeks, months, perhaps even years, of unspoken yearning finally finding its voice.

The other’s hands, which had been resting on Makoto’s waist, began to move, tracing the curve of her hips, sliding beneath the hem of her sweater. The cool air against her skin was a delightful shock, followed by the exquisite warmth of their touch. Makoto let out a soft gasp, her body arching instinctively into their embrace. The feeling of skin on skin was electrifying, a raw, primal connection that sent jolts of pleasure through her. She reveled in the sensation, the growing intimacy, the complete surrender to the moment. Her own hands followed the path of their touch, her fingers exploring the contours of their body, each touch igniting a new spark of desire.

As the sweater was slowly, sensuously peeled away, revealing the delicate lace of her bra, Makoto felt a blush creep up her neck, a flush of mingled embarrassment and arousal. But the tender, admiring gaze of the other dispelled any lingering shyness. They looked at her as if she were a masterpiece, and in that moment, Makoto felt breathtakingly beautiful, utterly desirable. Their fingers gently brushed against the lace, a silent promise of what was to come. Makoto’s heart pounded a furious rhythm against her ribs, a drumbeat of pure, unadulterated lust and love.

The kiss continued, now more demanding, more urgent. Tongues danced, a heated ballet of exploration, each movement a testament to their growing passion. Makoto moaned softly into their mouth, a sound of pure pleasure and surrender. She felt herself being lifted, carried, the distance to the bedroom closing with dizzying speed. The feeling of being held, of being desired so intensely, was overwhelming, intoxicating. She wrapped her legs around the other’s waist, clinging to them as they navigated the short distance, her body already primed for more.

Gently, they laid her down on the soft bed, the cool sheets a welcome contrast to the heat that consumed her. The other followed, their eyes never leaving hers, a silent conversation of desire passing between them. The removal of remaining clothing was a slow, deliberate act, each piece shed revealing more of the exquisite intimacy they were about to share. Makoto watched, mesmerized, as the other’s body was revealed, every curve, every line, a testament to their beauty. Her green eyes traced every inch, a silent appreciation that spoke volumes. She reached out, her fingers trailing over their skin, marveling at the softness, the warmth, the sheer perfection of it all. The desire to touch, to explore, to taste, was almost unbearable.

When the other’s lips found the sensitive skin of her neck, a soft cry escaped Makoto’s lips. The sensation was exquisite, a cascade of shivers that ran through her entire body. Kisses trailed down her collarbone, to the swell of her breasts, eliciting soft moans of pleasure. Her hands instinctively tightened their grip, her nails lightly digging into their shoulders, a silent plea for more, for everything. The sight of Makoto’s flushed skin, her lips parted in soft moans, her eyes half-closed in ecstatic surrender, fueled the other’s desire further. This was the culmination of so much unspoken emotion, so much building tension, and now, it was finally erupting.

The gentle teasing of fingers on her nipples, the soft caress, sent waves of pure bliss through Makoto. She arched her back, desperate for more, her body crying out for the ultimate release. The other’s mouth, warm and wet, descended upon her, a divine offering. Makoto gasped, her fingers tangling in their hair as she surrendered to the exquisite pleasure. The sounds she made were primal, guttural, a testament to the overwhelming sensations coursing through her. She felt herself spiraling, losing all sense of time and space, consumed by the pure, unadulterated joy of being so intimately touched. Her green eyes, when they fluttered open, were shining with unshed tears of pure ecstasy.

As the climax approached, a blinding, all-consuming wave, Makoto felt herself gripping the other tighter, her body trembling. The pleasure was intense, almost unbearable, a beautiful torment that stole her breath. She cried out, her body convulsing as the orgasm washed over her, leaving her weak and utterly pliant. She collapsed against the other, panting, her heart still racing a wild cadence. The tenderness with which she was held, the soft kisses rained upon her flushed skin, was a balm to her frayed senses.

But the night was far from over. The shared vulnerability, the raw emotion that had been laid bare, had only deepened their connection. The desire that had brought them to this point was still very much alive, a burning ember waiting to be rekindled. As Makoto caught her breath, her gaze met the other’s, and a silent understanding passed between them. This was not just a fleeting encounter; it was the beginning of something profound, something that would change them both forever. The Guardian of Protection, usually so strong and self-assured, felt a deep, abiding love bloom within her, a love that was as fierce as it was tender.

The other’s hand found Makoto’s, their fingers intertwining. The touch was firm, reassuring, a silent promise of shared intimacy. Makoto’s gaze, now clearer and more confident, met the other’s. There was a playful spark in her green eyes as she met the other’s gaze. She reached out, her fingers tracing the line of their jaw, a silent invitation. The air was thick with renewed desire, the anticipation a sweet, tantalizing hum. This time, the approach was bolder, more assured. Makoto felt a surge of confidence, a primal urge that had been awakened within her. She wanted to explore, to be explored, to give as much as she received.

As they came together again, the kiss was deeper, more demanding, a reflection of the profound emotional connection that now bound them. Makoto’s hands moved with a newfound boldness, her fingers exploring every curve, every contour of the other’s body. She reveled in the sensations, the exquisite pleasure that coursed through her with each touch. The other responded with equal fervor, their hands caressing Makoto’s body, their lips trailing fiery kisses across her skin. The sounds they made were no longer just cries of pleasure, but declarations of love, of desire, of a shared longing that had finally found its home.

With a shared glance, a silent agreement, they shifted their positions, the intimacy deepening further. Makoto felt a subtle pressure, a gentle guiding. Her legs parted, her body opening to receive the other with a welcoming warmth. The anticipation was a tangible thing, a vibrating energy that filled the room. As the other began to enter her, Makoto gasped, a soft, involuntary sound of sheer bliss. The feeling of fullness, of being so completely joined, was intoxicating. Her green eyes widened slightly, her breath catching in her throat. This was the ultimate intimacy, a merging of souls as much as bodies.

With each slow, deliberate thrust, a wave of pleasure washed over Makoto. She moaned, her body arching into the rhythm, her hands gripping the other’s shoulders. The sensation of being filled, of being so completely possessed, was exhilarating. She whispered their name, a soft plea, a declaration of her love and desire. The other responded with deeper, more passionate strokes, their eyes locked on hers, a shared intensity burning between them. Makoto felt herself surrendering completely to the moment, to the rhythm, to the overwhelming pleasure that was building within her.

As the pace quickened, the breaths grew shorter, more ragged. Makoto’s cries became more urgent, her body trembling with the approaching climax. She felt a deep, primal satisfaction, a sense of completion that transcended mere physical pleasure. The thought of the other’s seed, of their shared creation, filled her with a profound sense of wonder and joy. She cried out their name again, a plea that was answered with a powerful, deep thrust. Her body convulsed, waves of pure ecstasy crashing over her, each one more intense than the last. She felt herself reaching a peak, a blinding, all-consuming orgasm that left her weak and utterly spent, nestled in the arms of the one she loved.

The sounds of their shared release echoed in the room, a symphony of passion and contentment. As their bodies finally stilled, the lingering tremors of pleasure subsided, replaced by a profound sense of peace and fulfillment. Makoto lay nestled against the other, her breath still coming in ragged gasps, her heart beating a steady, contented rhythm against their chest. The lingering scent of their lovemaking filled the air, a sweet, intoxicating perfume. She traced the outline of the other’s lips with a tender finger, a soft smile gracing her own. In this moment, surrounded by the warmth of their embrace, Makoto Kino, the Guardian of Protection, felt more loved, more cherished, and more alive than she ever had before. The night, so filled with passion and raw desire, had culminated in a love so deep, so true, that it promised to last an eternity. The pussy that had been so exquisitely filled was now a testament to a love that was just beginning to blossom, a promise whispered in the quiet aftermath of their shared ecstasy. The creampie was not just a physical culmination, but a symbol of their complete union, a tangible mark of their shared passion and the potential for a future built on love and unwavering devotion.