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Cherry Blossoms	By : EroPrincess Category: Yu-Gi-Oh > Het - Male/Female Views: 2112 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own YuGiOh!, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Nesha: *shakes head and sighs* I don’t know why people are so afraid to:

1. Write a Tristan/Serenity fic

2. Write a Tristan/Serenity lemon!

I mean, what’s the big deal? Are people afraid to write one because they’re worried about receiving flames from idiotic Seto/Serentiy fan girls? *snorts* Please! Well, here I am, fearless. I’m writing a lemon dedicated to the cutest couple in YGO, if not the cutest couple in Anime! I’m dedicating this to every proud Tristan and Serenity hentai on the Net!
Be like Ludacris and…Stand up! Show some Tristan and serenity pride!!!
WARNING: This story is an Alternate Universe, just in case you haven’t read my bio!
Ages: They’re 18, okay. I know in the series they’re young, but I absolutely refuse to write an under aged lemon. That’s practically child pornography!
Am I the first person to write a lemon about the two? I love being the first to experiment with different things…especially with fan fiction! Someone, puh-leeze tell me that I’m the first person who actually has enough balls to write a Tristan/Serenity lemon!
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Cherry Blossoms

I lay silently on my bed as nude as the day I was born. It was a dark night, the stars glittered in the sky and a full moon shone brightly behind thick, dark clouds. My bedroom window was opened, and I welcomed the cool, Spring breeze against my inflamed skin, along with the moonlight illuminating my darkened room. The tree outside my window flared my nostrils with the sweet fragrance of cherry blossoms.
I patiently awaited the arrival of that sexy duelist. We’ve been secretly sleeping together for 2 ½ months now. No one knew of our sexual adventures, our friends, family, no one. Not even he knew of my intense, sexual desire for him until I seduced him one day at his house.
Ever since he sat by my side during my stay at the hospital, I’ve been completely, and hopelessly infatuated with him. And when we were finally alone in his home, I wanted to prove to him that I was more than his best-friend’s little sister.
And I did.
The sound of cracking branches interrupted my thoughts. I didn’t need a rocket scientist to tell me he arrived. My instincts alerted me of his presence. I could already smell him, taste him, feel him from where I lay.
I chuckled at my naughty thoughts, just as he appeared in my window. His eyes held a lustful expression in their chocolate depths. He licked his lips and gave me a wicked smirk. Climbing inside, he walked towards my bed and stood directly in front of me.
I smiled as my body shivered and Goosebumps formed on my skin; anticipating on the love we we’re about to make.
He grabbed the hem of his T-shirt and lifted it above his head. I exhaled a sensual sigh, as my Adonis revealed his bare chest to me. My fingers caressed his hard, taut muscles, massaging them.
I watched as he closed his eyes and moaned from my touch. Possessively grabbing his waist, I pulled him towards me and he collapsed on top of my body.
Grinning devilishly, he kissed me. His firm tongue smoothed over my full, pout-y lips. I laced my hands behind his head and returned his fiery kiss. Instinctively, my ankles locked around his hips, and my pelvis met his, slowly grinding him.
He growled against my mouth from the contact. In return he too, gyrated his erect pelvis into mine, creating an erotic, rhythmic friction.
I parted my lips to moan, and he inserted his warm tongue inside. My tongue met his and intertwined, sensually. Our kiss was lustful, passionate. It was just a taste of what was soon to come.
Regretfully, he pulled his lips from mine and stood. I silently witnessed him removing his belt, and unzipping his jeans. In one smooth, quick motion, the heavy denim was pooled around his feet. He kicked off his sneakers, and his jeans followed. He hooked his thumbs in the waistband of his boxers, and they too, vanished from his body.
I licked my lips, smirking at him admiringly as his thick erection sprouted to attention, free from its cotton restraint. Curling my finger at him, I motioned him to come to me.
He obeyed and stood directly in front of me. I circled my fingers around his length, feeling it pulsate in my palm. Smiling, I jerked his member in slow, corkscrew motions. Looking up, I noticed the lustful, hazed expression in his eyes. He folded his hands behind his head, and thrust his penis into my palm.
Releasing my grip on him, I parted my lips, lowered my mouth, and invited his manhood inside. I listened to his hiss, and felt his body shudder in pleasure.
Please. He hasn’t experienced pleasure, yet.
I closed my warm mouth around him. My head bobbed back and forth, orally loving him. Reaching just slightly below his manhood, I massaged his sac, which caused him to release a deep, throaty groan.
His hands fisted my hair, and his hips thrust deeper inside me. I pulled back slightly, from fear of gagging. Constricting my lips around him, and my hands still massaging his sac, I continued to orally love him, feeling his member quiver against my tongue.
“Serenity…” he choked. “Please, stop.”
I chuckled, knowing he loved feeling the vibrations of my laughter against his sensitive flesh. Ignoring his cries of protests, I continued with the task at hand. It wasn’t until I tasted the salty droplets of his pre-cum that I removed my mouth from him.
I smiled, witnessing his large erection pulsate as it glistened with my saliva. He panted heavily, frowning at me. He kneeled on the floor to pick up his belt. My brows furrowed, confused. What was he planning?
Standing up, he stretched the leather strap to its full length. “Yeah, it’s long enough.” He looked at me and smirked. “You should’ve stopped when I told you. Now, you’ll have to be punished.”
Before I could reply, he grabbed my wrists and laced them with his belt to my bed. I wiggled, trying to no avail, to free myself from the restraint.
“Surrender to me, Serenity, because escaping is pointless,” he chuckled.
Sighing in defeat, I relaxed my muscles and gave up. He had total control over the situation, and he knew it.
Climbing on top of me, he kissed my cheeks and trailed his lips to my earlobes. I moaned, feeling his teeth graze the soft skin. His lips lowered to the hollow of my neck, and he suckled it. I squired in delight, loving the delicious feeling his mouth created.
Then, he bit me.
I gasped from the sharp pain at my neck. This soon turned to pleasure as he licked the wound, coating it with his warm saliva. Releasing a contended sigh, my lids fluttered closed. His mouth remained on my wound, sucking it. Never before had I experienced something so…erotic. Who knew that biting could feel this good?
His mouth finally left my neck to lick my collarbone. Kissing his way lower, he paused when his lips met my chest. I mentally scowled, feeling insecure because my chest isn’t as large as I would like it to be.
I noticed the admirable expression in his gaze as he stared at my small mounds. He palmed each of them in is hands, kneading and reshaping the soft flesh. His forefinger and thumb gently tugged at my hardened, light rose colored nipples, eliciting waves of pleasure from my core.
“I love your breasts,” he said, just before capturing one of my erect nipples in between his teeth. His hot, hungry mouth suckled and pulled at my miniature mound, while his hand fondled my neglected one.
I writhed beneath him from his touch. His ministrations were practically murder to my raging hormones. Moisten my parched lips with my tongue, I spoke.
“Lower, Tristan. I want you to touch me lower.”
Without hesitation, he licked a trail lower on my body until his lips met my tight, auburn curls, shielding my womanhood from his view. Separating my nether lips, his tongue sampled my natural, bittersweet honey.
Instinctively, my thighs tightened around his neck, trapping him to my femininity. I’m sure he didn’t mind, though. He lapped at my sweetness, causing my hips to rise from the bed.
I yearned to touch him, so desperately. But I’m still shackled to my bed. I could only revel in the incredible sensations his mouth did to my sex, torturing me. I felt my release approaching rapidly, and he must’ve too because he removed his lips from my fiery orifice. Not allowing me the chance to come.
I scowled at him, while he smirked cruelly at me. Lifting my legs over his shoulders, he grabbed his throbbing manhood and dipped it inside my moist, warmth. Removing it, he repeated his ministrations several times, determined to torture me, again.
“How do you want it,” he growled.
“Slow,” I whispered. “Love me slow, Tristan.”
Finally, after what seemed like decades of erotic torment, he finally entered me, filling me. My ankles wrapped around his neck as he gently made love to me.
I met his slow, passionate thrusts with my own. Together our bodies rhythmically danced, satisfying each other. His mouth captured my breasts once again; while he continued tenderly stab me.
My insides turned into jelly as I cried his name, repeatedly. Hearing my screams of pleasure encouraged him to love me faster, harder. My bed vibrated with each of his powerful thrusts.
I moaned louder, and felt the vibrations on my chest as he growled against my cleavage. He stabbed inside of me, brutally. And I felt my release coming, again.
Clutching my ankles tighter around his neck, I released a final cry of passion.
“Tristan…!”
My warm honey secreted from my womanhood, milking his length. He too, gave one final thrust and spewed his hot seed inside of me.
Our bodies shimmered with sweat, and the musky, sweet aroma of our lovemaking, mixed with the scent of cherry blossoms, entered our nostrils. He collapsed at my side and stroked my chin, lovingly.
I wiggled my wrists from his leather restraint, and he looked up, chuckled. Removing his belt, I wrapped my arms around him…
…Only to embrace nothingness.
I woke up, startled. Sitting up in my bed, I looked around my room, blinking. I was alone and sweat dampened my sheets and pajamas. There was an incredible twinge in between my legs, and I felt a cool breeze from my opened window. The sweet smell of cheery blossoms filled my lungs, and I smiled. It reminded me of him.
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Nesha: Ah, y’all weren’t expecting that, were you? Well, whether Serenity was dreaming or not, that’s for you all to decide. R & R.
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