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==>*Warning!*<==
This story deals with many adult, emotional, and sexual
situations. If you are of legal age to be reading this, and
any of the aforementioned situations cause extreme mental
discomfort, do not read any further (and see a shrink! Sex
isn't evil. Bad people make sex seem evil. Okay, lecture
mode off...). If you are NOT of age and are reading this,
SHAME ON YOU! ^_^ If you continue reading, you do so at
your own risk.
Please remember the following: While the characters in
this story engage in unsafe sex, that doesn't give you a
license (or excuse) to do the same. Condom axiom: Always
put one on before putting it in!
Author's notes:
The creation of this story started as a remedy for a
fit of extreme boredom. Working second shift at AT&T, I had
a lot of time on my hands, considering the fact that the
majority of our customers call during standard business
hours. So I'm browsing through Zoner's site looking for
recent fanfics to read during my slow time. Being a
ravenous fan of Ranma, I try to get whatever new or updated
fanfic that comes through the pipe. However, nothing new
was found in the Ranma directory. So, being the Takaholic
that I am, I traveled to the Urusei Yatsura directory, and
stumbled across a new story titled "Urusei Yatsura: The
Kidnapping (Lemon)" by a person aliased as Shutaro Mendou
[from CompuSwerve (oops, my bias is showing)].
Anyway, being the hentai that I am I quickly glommed
onto the story. After a record decode time with GZIP under
Windows NT, I cracked the story open and read heartily. The
rape scene aside, I thought it wasn't a bad story (I
recommend reading it for comparison purposes). After I was
through reading it, I started doing what I usually do to
fanfics once I get them on my machine; I purge as many
grammatical and spelling errors as I can find.
Well, my tinkering went well beyond that. I had
considered some of the sex scenes to be a little flat, so I
started enhancing them. First I revamped (no pun intended)
the scene between Mendou and Shinobu. After that, I was
hooked on re-writing this thing, and went nuts. See? This
is what happens when it's late at night, and it's just you
and your machines. Anyway, you get the point. This story
represents the end-result of the overhaul that I took
Smendou's story through.
In all fairness I should point out that while the
majority of content in this story is my own, the backbone of
the story currently remains his/hers. Depending on when
this gets released, the story may maintain the outline done
by Smendou, or it may be changed so that only a vague
resemblance to the original remains. So this story could
either be looked at as an enhancement to Smendou's story, or
a new story inspired by his/hers. I won't know for sure
until I shut up and complete this thing.
One thing that I can say is that I plan to plot the
hell out of this story. Hot and heavy love scenes (okay,
love scenes) will still be an integral part of the story.
However I want the sex between the characters to complement
the story, not drive it. Hence, there'll be more than one
paragraph of non-sexual activity between each occurrence of
`the good stuff.'
Why am I rambling on like this, you ask? Well, I feel
that an explanation is in order, so that charges of
plagiarism (such as it is) can be explained. Also, I have
never written a lemon before. In fact, excluding my
somewhat disappointing contribution to the currently
unreleased chapter 7 of the fanfic "Robotech: the Misfold"
<plug, plug, plug>, I have never written a fanfic before,
period. So the usual "please be gentle/I'm a first timer"
author disclaimers apply here.
I hope that you enjoy (or endure with only a minimum of
pain) this little work, which I have re-titled:
"Urusei Yatsura : The Prince and the Lecher"
A ship of compact and stealthy design was making it's
way towards the third planet of a yellow sun. The commander
of the vessel noted the proximity of his ship to the planet
and ordered that they take up an orbit. He then typed in a
key sequence on a nearby console. A monitor flashed to
life, and a voice said, "Make your report..." in short,
clipped tones. Each person appeared to be humanoid male,
but it was hard to tell anything beyond that since their
faces were obscured by long, black veils.
The commander stiffened into a position of obedience
and addressed the screen. "Yes your majesty! We have
attained orbit around the target planet. Nothing appears to
be amiss, and all of our forces stand ready. We await your
command."
The order wasn't long in coming. "Very well, begin
final preparations for the assault. Once the target has
been located, be sure that you don't lose sight of it. And
when you get it, don't damage it. I need it intact."
"Yes SIR!" the commander replied crisply. "Anything
else, your majesty?"
"Only that you report to me the moment you've retrieved
the `package', " the faceless person chuckled slightly at
that word. "Good hunting, commander," he said, severing the
link.
Quietly, the ship made for a specific location on the
planet's surface; its mission almost complete.
<*>
The planet in question rotated lazily on its axis.
When glanced at from a distance it was a rather tranquil
view, really. One specific location, a city on an island in
the northern Pacific, appeared comfortably subdued for the
moment. But an approaching ship held promise of an unwanted
increase in activity.
The sidewalks of the city were slightly crowded with
people as the sun began its descent. As the days progressed
the wind started to have a chill bite to it. Soon it would
be too cold to enjoy a walk outside. Today, gray clouds
cast a pall over the late-afternoon sky, further indicating
that winter was approaching. However many people ignored
the approach of the winter season and walked about the city,
hoping to squeeze in a few more hours of enjoyment before
the weather soured completely.
A young man was walking aimlessly through the moderate-
sized crowds that day. A slightly excited chortle was
occasionally emitted from his direction as he continued his
wandering. A moment later his posture changed from that of
an aimless explorer to one of a deadly hunter. He sprang as
he sighted his quarry, yelling a battlecry sure to strike
fear into the hearts of many a person ... especially kawaii
girls.
"SWEETO!" the spry individual yelled as he latched onto
a mortified young lady. Terror was replaced with
uneasiness, and finally disgust as the predator continued
his verbal assault. "You're cute! How'd you like to come
home with me and bear my children?"
Not waiting for an answer, he latched firmly onto the
woman's body with a death grip. She screamed as his hands
found her firm breasts. At this point, her disgust was
redirected to her self-defense systems, and she whaled the
assailant with a redoubtable hit that sent him sprawling
across 4 lanes of traffic and into the side of a postal box.
"Hentai!" she screamed as she stormed off.
The valiant hunter lay sprawled on the sidewalk next to
the mailbox he had impacted with. It was now sporting a
dent which looked remarkably like the person that had
impacted with it. Twitching occasionally, he managed to
shuffle himself into a sitting position, wiping blood from
his nose and smirking to himself. Passers-by barely paid
attention to the suffering guy as he attempted to get up.
"I guess that approach needs to be refined a bit. Heh,
so many women to choose from. All I have to do is work on
my act. Then I WILL BE A GOD TO WOMEN!" he proclaimed
rather insanely. He then broke into a fit of cackling
laughter befitting his instability.
A shopkeeper in a nearby store was handing change to a
customer. He shook his head slowly as the laughter erupted.
Understandably, his customer asked what the hell that was.
The reply was simply "That kid Ataru Moroboshi. He does
this EVERY weekend." To himself he added, `Geez! If that
creep keeps this up, he'll run off all of my customers!'
They both watched from the safety of the store window
as Ataru got back up slowly. His legs were wobbly, and his
head was apparently spinning in dizziness. He eventually
proceeded down the sidewalk, hunting new prey. He turned
the corner and moments later a shriek could be heard,
followed by the sound of bone impacting pavement. The
storekeeper sighed sadly to himself and turned to attend to
his next customer.
<*>
Inside a two-story house in another part of town,
another sigh could be heard. It was a Saturday and Lum was
feeling restless. `No,' she thought to herself, `restless
doesn't adequately describe it.' Well, whatever her
emotion, it had to do with Ataru. He had been a jerk to her
again today, and she was beginning to feel frustrated.
`Yeah,' she thought as she heaved another long sigh.
`Frustration's more like it.'
She just couldn't stand his antics any more. Normally,
she'd been able to reassure herself by saying that even
though Ataru acted like an asshole, he really did love her.
But given the magnitude of this day and what it meant to
her, she just wasn't sure anymore. Today was important to
her because it was the anniversary of the day that Ataru
beat her in the game of tag which spared the lives of all
humans on the planet. Also, it was on that same day that
Ataru had `proposed' to her. Because of this, Lum expected
more from him than the ignorance she'd received.
Standing in Ataru's room alone, Lum was experiencing a
heartache she had never felt before. Her usual cheery
disposition had been replaced by a dark brooding. `I hate
feeling like this. All my friends have constantly warned me
to stay away from Darling. I ignored them because I'd
always believed that I knew a side of him that they never
saw. Maybe they're right. Perhaps I've been wrong about
him all this time,' she admitted to herself. Hell, Ataru
never even gave it a second thought when she said she wanted
to do something tonight. He'd brushed her off, merely
replying "Not now Lum!" as he bolted out of the house.
Ataru's parents weren't going to be home for the whole week.
Lum decided to use that opportunity to make it perfect for
her and Ataru. Considering all the planning she put into
effect for tonight, everything was indeed perfect.
Everything except for the fact that the man she loved was
not there to share it with her.
Sitting down on Ataru's bed, a breeze wafted in through
the nearby window and caressed her face. Immersing herself
in it, she let the breeze tug at her lustrous green hair in
a slow, wave-like motion. The buildup of emotion was
becoming too great for her, and tears began to form around
her eyes. "Darling no baka," she whispered to herself,
letting her tears wash from her blue eyes and down the soft
cheeks of her heart-shaped face.
Sniffling slightly, she turned to the clock which
showed five o'clock. Lum had asked Ataru to be there by six
but from his response to her earlier, she feared he wouldn't
be home by then. She had so hoped that they would finally
be able to come to terms with the emotions and situations
that they had been dancing around for so long. She was
tired of both of them avoiding the truth, and Ataru's
insolence wasn't helping matters any.
`Am I asking too much from him?' she wondered. She'd
only wanted tenderness and intimacy from Ataru. Instead all
she'd ever gotten were careless rebuffs to her overtures.
In the past, she had been content to dream of sharing a
closeness with Ataru, but recently she was growing tired of
constantly being put on hold by him. "I could have any man
in the galaxy Darling," she whispered. "Many have tried to
win my heart but I'm only attracted to you. You're the one
who eludes me Darling. I sometimes wonder if you're capable
of loving me, but nevertheless I hope that one day I'll hear
the words 'I love you' come from your mouth."
Lum couldn't stand the weight of her heartache any
longer and broke down. With a cry of anguish she gave in to
her pain and was wracked with body-shaking sobs. Clinging
desperately to his pillow, she went on for several minutes
before her tremors stopped and her sobs finally abated.
She sat up, sniffling, and looked at herself in the
mirror. She looked at the slick trail her tears had formed
down the sides of her face and regretfully wiped them away,
wishing Ataru were there to comfort her and wipe those tears
away instead.
She despaired over the fact that he was never there for
her, and took her continual presence for granted. Even now,
he had neglected her, thinking of himself only. She was
waiting alone, hoping that he would finally show up, but
knowing that he wasn't going to. Sighing loudly, she mused
over the many things they had yet to do in their
relationship, and the many regrets that she harbored for the
time lost between herself and Ataru. `Dammit!' she though
to herself angrily, `he hasn't ever really kissed me yet!'
She put her fingertips to her lips, trying to imagine
what kissing Ataru was like. She then dropped her fingers
down from her face and she grabbed her arms, squeezing in a
light embrace to drive off her oppressive loneliness. She
stroked her left arm absently, trying to bring some comfort
to buffer the pain of her heartache. "I am yours for the
taking, Darling. Body and soul. Why do you refuse my
offerings?" she asked aloud, not caring who heard her. She
continued her self caress, ignoring the chilling breeze from
the window as she worked on keeping her heart from breaking
completely.
A familiar tingle started to make itself known at the
juncture of her legs. With a bittersweet smile, she
extended her caress to her other areas of herself. Her body
warmed as her fingers found sensitive spots through the
fabric of her bikini. Her depression slowly disappeared,
and was replaced by well-known feelings of longing and
sexual attraction. `At least I can appreciate myself if
Darling won't appreciate me,' she thought as her fingers
moved to her chest and began to linger over her breasts.
Two distinct impressions made themselves clear through
the top of her bikini as her nipples stiffened in response
to the attention they were receiving. Her imagination took
over, as she dreamed that Ataru was there with her, giving
her the attention that she so desperately wanted. Her hands
became his hands, as she fantasized about him taking her in
the ultimate gesture of love. Her roaming fingers caressed
her sensitive parts through her clothing, and Lum closed her
eyes and surrendered herself to her fantasy, trying to dull
her emotional pain.
Lum's hands were working their usual magic over her
body when a stiff breeze hit her, stopping her abruptly and
reminding her that the window was wide open, and people
would have no trouble watching as she pleasured herself.
Quickly covering areas of her body that she had partly
exposed, Lum jumped up from the bed and closed the window
and shades and locked the door. She then sat down on his
bed and returned her attention to herself, rubbing her
straining nipples through her top. "Darling..." she moaned
as she snaked a hand down from one of her breasts to her
sex. Soon she couldn't resist any longer and arched her
back. Hooking her thumbs between her youthful skin and the
sides of her bikini bottom, she slipped it down her hips and
past her knees. She hurriedly unclasped the top as she
kicked the bottoms off of her legs and off of Ataru's bet.
She followed up by dropping the skimpy top on the floor at
the foot of Ataru's bed, then shook her head to clear away
the wisps of green hair that had gotten into her eyes when
she was thrashing about trying to remove her bikini bottoms.
She stopped her movement as she caught a glimpse of her
naked self in the full length mirror that sat across from
his bed. She stared at her exposed body for several
minutes, eyeing critically the erect nipples on her breasts,
and the slight rounding of her hips. She could feel herself
getting turned on by just watching herself in the mirror.
Watching with intense interest, she reached up and kneaded
the soft skin of her full breasts in her tiny hands, cooing
in pleasure as she found all the right places to touch.
Very turned on by her little fantasy, Lum lay herself down
on Ataru's bed and closed her eyes.
She continued moving her hands about her body,
concentrating on the sensitive musculature of her exposed
abdomen. Goosebumps raised themselves on her skin in
response to the marvelous stimulus her nerves were
receiving. As she glided her fingers across the toned
landscape of her stomach, she imagined Ataru laying there
next to her, his hands happily and studiously mapping out
every inch of her body's curvature. The fantasy was
enhancing her desire, causing Lum to want to deepen the
sensuous exploration of herself.
Waves of pleasure were wending their way through her
petite form as her hands made their way back up to her bare
breasts. With her thumbs and forefingers she began to
lightly pinch and rotate her pink nipples, which were thrust
well outward from their aureole, providing a stark contrast
to the soft skin capping the whole of her breasts. Her
pleasure intensified as she sped up the rubbing of her
breast with one of her hands and worked the other one below
her waist and made contact with the delta of her femininity.
Lum maneuvered her hands so she could stroke part of
her inner thighs and the area around her sex while
deliberately avoiding her clit. She stroked, and probed
lightly into her vagina with one of her fingers with expert
care until suddenly, not being able to stand the wait any
longer, her hand darted to the center of her sex.
Lum gasped sharply as her fingers made contact with the
swollen button of her clit at the apex of her vagina.
"Ohhhhh yessss..." she hissed, then moaned, tongue slightly
parting her lips, as her other hand slid down her sex from
her clit to her awaiting orifice. `It's so sensitive ...
oh, Darling!' she thought to herself as one of her middle
fingers ran up and down the slickened slit of her sex,
teasing her clit with every stroke.
Lum hips wriggled about as her body reacted to her
hand's manipulations of her ripe sex. She bit on her lower
lip to keep from moaning too loudly, her stroking fingers
working non-stop on her vagina. But try as she might to
stifle them, small grunts and moans worked their way free
with more and more regularity, and soon she was humping her
hand with abandonment.. Her lustful desire had her wanting
more, so she brought her other hand up and parted the silky
cover of green hair that protected her virgin sex from
prying eyes. With her middle finger hovering at the opening
to her flower, she plunged a finger deep into her vagina.
Lum yelped slightly, then clenched her teeth as the
sensations brought on by that penetration hit her without
warning. Her breathing and her hand movements were
quickened by the lustful feelings that were now dominating
her. She parted the pink folds of her sex even further as
she worked another finger inside herself, then wiggled them
about the walls of her sex. She moved her hand in and out
earnestly, her hips bucking involuntarily as she sought
deeper and deeper penetration. Finding a rhythm with her
hips and hands, she humped herself into an unstoppable
frenzy. Hungry for a climax, Lum's hands worked faster and
faster on her clit and the inside of her sopping wet vagina.
Her hands became thoroughly drenched as the honey of
her sex flowed freely from her. The greenish wisps of her
pubic hair became matted to the sensitive, blood-gorged lips
of her sex as she thrashed about in the throes of near-
delirium. She worked herself relentlessly, not wanting to
stop until suddenly she began feeling spasms hit her.
Lum then moved her other hand from her clit to hold her
lips open as her right hand pushed deeper inside herself.
Her hands became a blur as she stroked herself faster, her
body starting to glow with suppressed energy as she reached
her peak and rocketed towards an orgasm. Her index and
middle fingers were making contact with her virgin wall with
every penetration, making her flinch slightly on every
instroke. But the pleasure of the act was far outweighing
the pain of her intact virginity, and she pushed herself
faster and harder, lusting for the inevitable outcome, until
she finally gave out an irrepressible, shrill cry and knew
she was there. A moment later she came with a scream that
nearly shattered all the windows in the neighborhood, and
left a decidedly wet spot on Ataru's bed.
She collapsed on the bed, gasping deeply for air. Her
bountiful chest heaved mightily as she claimed as much air
as she possibly could with each breath. Exhausted from her
effort, she put a hand to her flushed face, and could smell
the fruit of her labor on it. `Mmmm. That smells like teen
spirit to me!' she thought mischievously, as a smirk wound
its way on her beautiful face. She delicately licked her
fingers, tasting the warm tang of her passion.
With her eyes closed, Lum rolled her tongue around her
fingers to savor the taste of her nectar, and had to admit
that she liked the taste of herself a lot. Wanting seconds,
she reached back down and caressed her steaming sex slowly,
accumulating more of the intoxicating substance hiding
within the inner folds of her love.
As her fingers roamed about her sex, she couldn't help
but wonder if having a man between her legs would feel as
good as what she was capable of doing to herself. `Darling,
this could be yours if you'd give me the chance,' she
thought wistfully, cupping her cum-covered sex in her hand
as another image of Ataru came to mind. Her hormones were a
whirlwind in her body, causing all parts of herself to be
extremely sensitive to any contact. Raising her arms back
up to wipe the sweat from her brow, she gasped lustily as
one of her arms made accidental contact with her very hard
nipples. The sensation of her nipples being struck sent a
surge of sexual fire from her breasts directly to her sex,
and created a sensation within her more intoxicating than
anything else she could conceive of. Primed for another
run, she was almost tempted to return her hands to her sex
and bring herself off a second time, but stopped herself at
the last minute, not sure how much time she had left to
herself.
Lum's body eventually stopped shivering, and her mind
slowly cleared as she lay there panting. Whatever
depression she had been feeling was blown away by the Oni-
orgasm that she just endured, and was replaced by a
determination to make Ataru listen to her. Lifting up from
where she was laying, Lum looked down at the evidence of her
intense `self-study.' The intense and heady odor of her
sweet nectar was unmistakable as she bent her head down to
investigate the stain on his sheets. She gave a slight
smirk, and thought to herself `Maybe I should leave that for
Darling He may finally get the hint.'
She glanced up at the clock again; it showed 5:35.
`Good,' she thought `I have enough time to take a shower and
get ready in case he shows up.' She got up from Ataru's
bed, her inner thighs and sex glistening with the
lubricating juices that were still running from the confines
of her sensitive vagina. She rushed to the shower, in
anticipation of the night's events to come.
<*>
Running water announced a shower in progress. Soon the
flow of water ended, and a refreshed "Ahh!" made it's way
from the bathroom. A young man, wrapped only in a towel
emerged from the bathroom and made for a nearby mirror.
"You're going to get a girl tonight, Megane!" he said
to his reflection. He had worked extra hard to get the
money needed to attend the party being thrown tonight. He
wasn't bringing anyone with him to the social, but he was
banking on bagging a wallflower soon after arriving.
He donned his glasses, and was about to launch into a
soliloquy over his `imminent' sexual conquest when a cool
breeze hit him. He looked over and saw that his bedroom
window was closed, and shrugged his shoulders, assuming that
the breeze was caused by the startup of the heating system.
He walked over to his closet to retrieve his rented tux
when a colder and stronger breeze hit him in the face.
Puzzled, he opened his closet and, "waaaahhhh!!!!"
Megane was knocked backwards as a white mountain
tackled him. He tried to run, but was unable to as he was
pinned down by what had hit him. It was heavy and ... cold?
Freezing, actually. Slowly, Megane managed to extricate
himself from the pile of what he identified as snow. He
stood facing the closet and the aberrant snow drift,
puzzling over it's creation when a dainty voice issued a
query.
"Excuse me, is this the Moroboshi residence?"
Megane screamed, in shock over the unknown source of
the voice, and in anger over the accursed name of his
sometime-nemesis.
<*>
After getting out of the shower, Lum toweled herself
off and donned another tiger-striped bikini from her endless
supply. She stuffed a few items into her Cleavage of
Holding (TM), and prepared to hunt Ataru down and drag him
home.
She hadn't even gotten out of Ataru's bedroom door when
suddenly the house shook, and all power was lost. Afraid,
she shut the door to Ataru's room and locked it. Scurrying
could be heard. What bothered her most was that the
scurrying was everywhere, and she couldn't pinpoint a single
source. Suddenly, out of nowhere, several black forms
descended from the ceiling and charged at her. Lum's
defense instinct kicked in, and without even looking she
pointed and vaporized one of the dark figures with a
lightning shot from her right hand. However, luck was
against her that day as a multitude of gloved hands
descended on her body before she could loose another salvo.
She struggled against the hands that found purchase on
her body. She didn't know what to do as the hands roamed
about her, roughly and lewdly manipulating parts of her body
that she'd reserved for her own or Ataru's touch. The
unwanted pleasure quickly gave way to pain as she felt a
sharp jab in her ass. Her vision blurred and she knew she
was quickly on her way to passing out. `Shit! I've been
drugged. I can't...,' she thought, trying to maintain
consciousness. Her body jolted as the unseen individuals
bound her arms and legs. Unable to fight, she tried to
scream. She opened her mouth to yell only to find a gag
quickly inserted. "Tell Prince Graven that we have the Oni
Princess, and are ..." was the last thing she heard as the
darkness finally claimed her.
<*>
Two men were standing outside the entrance to an
enormous complex. Apparently they were in some sort of
disagreement, as they were screaming at the top of their
lungs. The argument was cut short by the taller of the two
combatants when he said "HELL NO, DUMBASS! GET A LIFE AND
GO HOME!"
The man smirked as he walked towards his post at the
entrance gate. "Well THIS sucks!" Ataru screamed at the
guard as he stormed down the sidewalk. All of his friends
had left him behind to go to the high school social event of
the year. Every year the Tomobiki social was held for all
students. This year it was different because the students
were shelling out 4500 yen a head to get in the door. But
there was a provision where each student was allowed a guest
to accompany them at no additional charge. Since Ataru was
perpetually broke, he couldn't afford to pay his way in and
had been hoping to coast in somehow with someone. `Hell,
what chance do I have now?' Ataru thought sourly to himself.
Most of the students happily ignored the cost, since it
was THE event to see and be seen at. That meant that a lot
of cute girls wearing complicated clothing would be there
vying for anyone's attention. Ataru wanted to be at that
babe-fest so badly he could taste it.
Now Ataru normally would not have had any problem
sneaking into the social. Indeed, his skulking techniques
were the stuff of study by various military special forces
groups. However, this year the social was not being held on
school grounds. Unfortunately for Ataru, the Mendou clan
had volunteered their sprawling estate as the site for this
year's social (hence the expense. Normally the social was
only 500 yen a person). The unfortunate part was that the
elaborate security setup on-site easily foiled all of
Ataru's attempts at penetration.
From a distance inside the gate, a white suited man
watched the exchange. He chuckled to himself. Shutaro was
enjoying Ataru's discomfort far too much to allow him on the
estate. Also, the lack of commotion caused by Ataru's
absence made the social all the more enjoyable (not to
mention easier to manage). He turned his attention away
from the weeping Moroboshi, and back to the bevy of gorgeous
women that were jockeying for position in his field of
vision. He looked around, and noticed that the one he hoped
to see among them was not present. Troubled, he ignored the
press of women as he searched for the one he could not find.
<*>
A buxom young lady with dark hair and a biker's outfit
stood outside the Moroboshi residence. Having failed on
numerous occasions, she had given up on trying to reach Lum
at her spaceship, and figured she'd find her here at that
loser Moroboshi's place. She hoped that the lech wasn't
home, so she could avoid having to soil her outfit with his
blood. She was only there to see how Lum was doing, since
they hadn't spoken in awhile. Ataru's presence would only
cause an unwanted distraction.
As she approached the front door, the whole house
shuddered violently. Not wasting any time, she wrenched
open the front door and threw it inside. Once in the house,
she heard an electric discharge and what sounded like a wet
explosion, then the sounds of a struggle. She bound
upstairs as fast as her coltish young legs could carry her,
mindless of whatever danger was up there. Then at the top
of the stairs she heard a yelp, followed by some muffled
talking originating from Ataru's room.
She burst into the room just in time to see several
black-clad figures. One had Lum draped over his shoulder.
"What the hell do you bastards think you're doing with Lum?"
she screamed as she charged, her bike chain in hand.
The one with Lum on his shoulder yelled "GET THAT
BITCH!" as he headed towards the window. The young girl
fought them valiantly, but was unable to gain an advantage.
She was outgunned and outmatched, and all too quickly
several gloved hands made their way to her. Once she had
been restrained, they tranked her and bound her up tightly.
"What'll we do with her?" one of the faceless ones
inquired.
"I don't know. The Prince never said anything about
what to do with eyewitnesses," replied another.
"Well, let's take her along and let the Prince decide
her fate," the first one suggested.
"Good idea. Heh, two holes are better than one!" the
second one said, fingering the biker girl's crotch before
picking her limp body from the floor.
<*>
Megane crawled over to his bed in terror, seeking
refuge from his possessed closet by climbing under his
blanket. Shuffling noises came from his closet, gaining in
volume. `Whatever it is, it's getting closer!' he worried
to himself.
A figure in white made an entrance. An enchanting
voice spoke from it. "Pardon me, but where am I?"
Megane slowly pulled the blanket down from over his
head so he could see, and saw the face of an angel regarding
at him intensely. Gulping audibly, it took him a minute to
find his voice. "Umm... you're in ... my closet?" he
chanced.
The figure shifted slightly, bringing a dainty hand to
her perfect face to hide her mirth. She spoke again, hoping
to alleviate this strange man's worry. "You appear
distressed. Who are you?"
He shifted nervously and said, "My friends call me
Megane. And I'm distressed because my closet has never
disgorged snow before. Or beautiful women, for that
matter." He blushed furiously, as he realized what he'd
just said.
The young woman blushed slightly. "My name is Oyuki.
I am the Princess of Neptune, and I am looking for my friend
Lum."
Comprehension dawned on Megane's face as he recognized
the owner of the statuesque body standing before him. "Hey!
I remember you now! Wow... I don't believe we spoke too
much the last time we met," he mumbled.
Oyuki moved out of the closet and approached the
opposite side of Megane's bed. She wasted no time in
removing her covering, revealing a much smaller outfit not
unlike a one-piece bathing suit underneath. "I apologize
for being so informal, but it was getting awfully warm in
that heavy kimono. It is much warmer here than I am usually
accustomed to," she said, indicating the heating vents as
she spoke.
Drool started forming at the edges of Megane's mouth as
his eyes traced the elegant curves of Oyuki's svelte body,
the swimsuit leaving little to his imagination. He
struggled to speak. "I ... eh... I mean ... that's okay.
Please make yourself comfortable," he stammered, hoping that
he'd get somewhere with her by acting graciously
"Thank you," she said politely, bowing slightly.
Megane noted that as she spoke she never took her eyes off
of his, and took that as an encouraging sign. "I apologize
for appearing in your closet," she continued. "I was
expecting to arrive at the Moroboshi residence, but somehow
I got misdirected."
"Ataru Moroboshi?" he said, slightly sickened. `Why
does that jerk have such a penchant for attracting beautiful
women to himself?' Megane despaired internally.
"Yes. I was looking for Lum," she explained, seeing
Megane's distaste. "A mutual friend told me that Lum was
feeling down, and was not communicating to anyone off-
planet. I thought that it was rather odd behavior for her,
and decided to pay her a visit to see if there was anything
that I could do to cheer her up." Oyuki stopped talking
abruptly as she noticed for the first time that he was
shirtless. She tried not to be obvious about it as she
looked him over, and to her surprise she found herself
liking what she saw.
Scheming wheels turned in Megane's mind during the
period of silence. `I would be the talk of the town if I
walked into the social with THIS babe on my arms.
Moroboshi, eat your heart out!' Megane snickered evilly and
rubbed his hands together as if anticipating a major
victory. He chose his words carefully, "Well, I know that
Shutaro Mendou is having a party at his house. I would
expect to see Lum there. In fact, I am heading there myself
and would be honored if you would attend the social as my
guest." Megane's confidence was building exponentially, he
concluded with, "You could meet Lum there, if you wish."
Oyuki was snapped out of her reverie at hearing
Megane's voice, blushing slightly at being caught unawares.
"Because of where I live, I do not get to attend many
celebrations. Therefore, I gladly accept your invitation to
the party, and your offer to act as my escort in locating my
friend Lum," she replied grandly, bowing gracefully and
extending a hand towards him.
`Thank you, God!' he thought, exultant. With a smile
on his face, he jumped up to his feet. But as he stood up,
his blanket fell away. Unfortunately for Megane, with the
blanket went the towel that he had worn from the shower. As
he stood completely erect, he noticed two things. One, he
was now standing thoroughly naked in front of a beautiful
young woman who happened to be not only a member of royalty,
but Lum's friend as well. Two, the Princess' hand, which
had been intended to help him up, was now resting lightly
against his exposed penis. He was too mortified to do
anything but whimper.
The Snow Princess was likewise locked in her current
pose, shock evident on her face as her hand remained pressed
against his rising member. A moment later she managed to
say in a whispered voice, "Oh my..."
<*>
Ataru cursed his luck. His hands would be deprived of
the pleasure of groping/touching the warm skin of all of the
kawaii women at the social. However his sexual frustration
was not his only immediate concern, he was also very hungry.
He could not remedy his hunger because everything in town
was closed. In fact, nothing was going on tonight other
than the social. So not only was he unable to buy his way
into the social, he was also unable to buy away the hunger
gnawing at his innards. "Dammit, dammit, dammit, dammit,
dammit!! Why me?!" he decried to the night sky.
Ataru jumped nine stories when he got a reply to his
question.
"Have you looked in the mirror for your answer?" asked
Cherry as he popped out of nowhere. "You should see how
unlucky you look this evening."
He checked his shorts to see just how badly he soiled
them after the mumbling midget made his appearance. `Whew!
No worse than usual,' thought Ataru as he returned his
attention to the babbling monk. "How is it that you can
appear at the times when it's most annoying Cherry?" Ataru
asked in a pained voice.
"FATE!!"
"I should've known..." Ataru said sullenly. Cherry's
presence could only spell doom for him some time in the
immediate future. Seeing no easy avenue of escape, he
accepted his future doom (whatever it was going to be) and
walked with the monk.
"I may be predictable but I'm usually right." Cherry
said, ignoring Ataru's mood.
"Anyway, you know where I can find some free food?" he
said, his stomach completing a stanza from the `1812
Overture.'
"You should be at home. Isn't Lum throwing you a party
for your anniversary?"
"I hope not. Her cooking stinks. I prefer starvation
over death by food poisoning."
"That sort of attitude can get you hurt Ataru. You
know that. You should also know that it's wrong for you to
be so hard on Lum. She loves you, Ataru. She wouldn't do
anything to deliberately hurt you. Your hormones are just
making you too blind to see the obvious."
Ataru was taken aback by the Cherry's candor. Spoiling
for a fight, he went on the offensive.
"What the hell do you know about love, you eating
machine! Look at how she treats me! She hounds me all the
time, treats me like a lightning rod, makes a complete mess
of my social life..."
"You have no social life!" Cherry correctly pointed
out.
"That's NOT the point! Well, maybe it is. It's
because of her interference that no-one wants to speak to
me. All the guys are jealous of me because of Lum's
infatuation. All the girls refuse to talk to me, especially
Shinobu. We were going to get married before Lum showed up,
for crissakes!"
"Not true. Shinobu didn't propose to you until the
last day of your infamous tag game with Lum."
"True, but Shinobu proposed to me BEFORE Lum did! But
now I'm engaged to Lum, and Shinobu hates my guts. Lum's
got a voluptuous body, and Shinobu's got..., and... and...
arrrgh!!!" Ataru yelled, pulling out his hair in
frustration.
"Regardless, you need to ask yourself the following.
Who do *you* love?" Cherry asked. He eyed Ataru and grinned
like a Cheshire cat.
Ataru blushed wildly and looked up to the sky. "That's
too deep for me, Cherry. I don't even want to THINK about
that right now. I'm having enough trouble finding something
to eat, much less sorting out my so-called marital
problems."
"Well, at least go home. It's a sure bet that you're
not getting into the Mendou compound, so home is the only
option you have left."
"You're a real font of enthusiasm, you know that?"
Ataru deadpanned. Then his face took on a stronger look.
"What's Lum got waiting for me, Cherry?" he asked in a
guarded voice.
"I can't tell you; it's a surprise." the monk replied
coyly.
"You've already told me part of it you deranged monk!
Spill it!" Ataru yelled, clocking Cherry on the head with
his fist.
"Well I have, haven't I? Anyway I'll let you figure
out the rest of it. Bye..." he yelled as he dashed away
from Ataru.
"Wait!... damned monk." he yelled, but Cherry was
nowhere to be seen. `Hmmm, Lum said something about wanting
me at home by 6:00.' He looked at his watch . 'Damn! It's
5:55 right now, I've got to hurry!' he thought in a rush as
he broke into a run for home.
<*>
Shinobu was lost in the Mendou house. `1000 years and
they couldn't create a map of the place? Figures!' she
thought to herself. She was completely lost in fact. She
had left more than half an hour ago and still couldn't find
the bathroom. `Of the several hundred bathrooms that
they're supposed to have in this place why can't I find one
of them?' she asked as her frantic search for a rest stop in
the Mendou complex continued.
Several minutes and hallways later, she heard someone
approach. "Shinobu, there you are! I've been looking all
over for you." It was Mendou. "When I couldn't find you, I
feared you had lost your way or that something might have
happened to you."
"Shutaro?" Shinobu asked with as much patience as she
could muster.
"I'm here," he said reassuringly, acting as her rock.
"Bathroom?" she said through grit teeth, her eyes
bugging out.
"Oh yes, I see! Well, there isn't a public lavatory
for quite awhile. Can you hold it?"
"NO!"
"Then we must resort to using one of the private stalls
in one of the bedrooms. Follow me, Shinobu."
Shinobu followed Mendou into one of the Quadrant's
Master Bedrooms. As they entered, Mendou directed her to
the toilet. "There you go."
"Thanks" she said as she continued to do the pee-pee
dance.
"But of course my lady."
A lightning-quick maneuver by Shinobu brought her into
the bathroom, whereupon she gracelessly slammed the door and
rummaged about to get on the toilet.
From outside the bathroom Mendou heard a sound not
unlike a downpour, then a huge sigh of relief.
<*>
Ataru raced through the streets to get home. Lum was
waiting for him, and probably mad as hell. He had to get
there before it was too late. He glanced down at his watch
as he ran up the sidewalk to his house. It was 5:59.
`Good, I'm right on time,' he thought in relief.
Straightening himself up he walked up to the door. He was
stunned to find that the door was open. `Correction' he
told himself. `Completely wrenched from it's hinges and
lying on the floor inside the house,' sounded better to him.
Ataru's expression turned from one of surprise, to
absolute anger as he realized what deep shit he'd be in when
his parents returned from their vacation in America. The
house was a complete disaster. `Add housekeeping to Lum's
list of "Don'ts", ' Ataru thought sourly as he ascended the
stairs to his room. "Lum?" he called out as he continued to
his room. "Uhh, Lum...?" he tried again, puzzled when he
got no response.
As he reached the top of the stairs, he noticed that
the door to his bedroom was in the same shape as the door to
the front of the house. He was walking towards his room
when the smell hit. It smelled like someone tried to dry a
wet dog in a microwave. The stench became stronger as he
continued towards his room. Ataru gasped when he saw the
fried corpse lying on the floor near his bed. He panicked
as he saw one of Lum's bikinis lying atop the ruined body.
"Oh GOD NO! LUM!!!!!" he screamed as he bolted into his
room and approached the charred corpse. As he knelt down
before the body, he quickly realized two things. One, the
body was definitely not Lum's. Two, the damn thing stunk
worse than anything he could have ever conceived of. Ataru
rushed over to the open window and threw up violently onto
the lawn, gagging over the sight and smell of the corpse.
It took several minutes for him to recover his senses.
Slowly he pushed himself back inside from where he'd been
hanging out the window. Holding his nose, he got the hell
out of his room. Not looking where he was running, he
tripped on his displaced bedroom door and fell downstairs.
He really didn't care at the moment, however, since he was
too concerned with getting away. Once he made it to the
bottom of the staircase, his head impacted with the
downstairs floor. One fleeting thought rushed through his
head before he lost consciousness, "Where the hell are you,
Lum?"
<*>
Panicked breathing issued from the still form of
Megane. With one exception, he remained totally motionless.
His hormones announced their presence as his penis responded
to the delicate touch of the beautiful Princess' hand and
began rising towards her. Unsure of what was going to
happen next, he closed his eyes and grit his teeth,
determined to accept whatever punishment she deemed
necessary to mete out for this gross transgression.
What she did next surprised both of them. She slid her
hand slowly off of his fully erect member, and knelt down so
that she faced it. "I haven't seen a naked man before.
Wow..." With a fascinated look on her face, she extended
her hand out again, and touched the head of his penis with
her fingertips.
Megane hissed inwardly as she made contact. It was the
first time that deliberate contact had been made with that
organ by anything other than his own hand. And her gentle
caress felt GOOD! Damn good! A grunt worked its way out of
his mouth as the pleasure of her caress registered in his
mind, and he felt sure that she wasn't going to flay him
alive for exposing himself in front of her.
At his grunt, she looked up at him, but never removed
her stroking hand from his member. "I hope I'm not being
unkind. Does this bother you?" she asked, honestly
concerned.
That seemed to bring Megane around again. His mind was
racing, but his mouth seemed to be glued shut. It took an
act of sheer will to keep from spraying her face with his
seed right there. With an effort just short of ripping the
words from his mouth, he responded to her in a shuddering
breath. "No Oyuki-sama. A... a... ac... actually it feels
very nice."
They both laughed nervously, unsure of what to do next.
Megane decided to take the initiative and grasped her hand,
hoping that the lull in activity would calm his raging
member. He led her over to his side of the bed and lay
down, but never letting his gaze leave the princess' eyes.
He knew just how impossible this whole situation was, and
also knew that he'd be kicking himself for the rest of his
life if he didn't take advantage of this situation,
immediately!
She knelt next to him at the side of the bed, between
Megane's trembling legs. She bent forward and got a closer
look at his rock-hard penis. Oyuki was no stranger to the
*concept* of sex, but until now she had never had the
opportunity to put that concept into action. However, right
now she couldn't deny that she was getting very aroused by
the fact that she held a young man's virile sex in her hand.
Seeing that he wanted to as bad as she did, Oyuki decided to
go further, letting her curiosity get the better of her.
She reached out again, and grasped the shaft gingerly,
and began to slowly stroke her hand up and down its length.
Her fingers registered how deceptively smooth the skin of
his iron-hard rod was, and she found herself liking the
little beast more and more. She saw that Megane was
enjoying what she was doing at least as much as she was, and
smiled to herself with satisfaction as she let her hands
continue their rambling path across his pulsating member.
Megane was in sheer bliss. Here was a woman, a
stranger really, who far exceeded any of his best dreams,
kneeling in front of him and sliding her exquisite hands up
and down the whole of his manhood, in his bedroom, ON HIS
BED! He fixated his attention on how delicate her touch was
as she massaged his stiffened rod.
She said that she may have come from colder climes, but
Megane knew that she was obviously a very hot-blooded
animal. Her dainty hands were like fire against the
sensitive skin of his rod, and the sensations of her hands
rubbing against his member were such that Megane almost lost
it, and had to lock his muscles to keep from going over the
edge. "Yesss, that's sooooooo goooooddd..." he ground out
through grit teeth roughly, holding back the inevitable
storm with all of his might as she continued to stroke on.
Oyuki's gaze remained locked onto Megane's penis as she
caressed it with her hand, gently trying to coax ever higher
levels of ecstasy from its owner. After she stroked it for
awhile, she could feel the abundance of heat it was
emitting, like a furnace against her skin. The pulsing of
blood as it coursed through the veins of his member brought
to her mind visions of raw, untamed power, and helped to
intensify her excitement.
Wanting more than just touching it, she leaned over so
her face was hovering over the head of his throbbing penis.
She stared at it intently, knowing what she wanted to do
with it, but unsure of how to go about it. She licked her
lips in anticipation, letting the heat emanating from
Megane's rod brush against her cheek. She hovered there for
a bit, letting her warm breath cascade across the head of
his penis and down the length of the shaft.
Megane almost lost it again right there. Her breath
against his stiffened rod was like an angel's caress that
sent an electric thrill coursing through him, and caused him
to let a long, strangled sigh escape his mouth. He kept a
steel grip himself, hoping to hold out as long as he could.
He didn't know what she would think of him if he came on the
Snow Princess' face, so he exerted control over himself that
he didn't know he had, and managed to dampen the raging
impulse to let loose his restraint and bathe the fair lady
with his cum.
Oyuki grasped his penis at it's base, and aimed it for
her mouth. Slowly she brought her head down until her lips
were grazing the head of his rod. She ignored Megane's
whimpering, knowing that he was in no pain, but instead
enjoying what she was doing to him. She suppressed slight
giggles as the hot skin of Megane's tool tickled the
sensitive skin of her lips.
Wanting to experiment and take it slow, Oyuki draped
her lips over the top of the head, barely covering half of
the head. Bobbing her head around slightly, she caressed
the pulsing skin with the slickened surface of her inner
lips. She could tell that she was on the right track by the
way Megane was reacting to her treatment of his organ, and
soon she was ready to go the rest of the way.
With deliberate slowness, she parted her lips further
and invited Megane into the slick confines of her mouth.
She enveloped the red and swollen head of his member with
her warm lips, moving her head up and down slightly. The
movement caused her lips to rub across the top of his rod in
a slow and even motion. The contact was making Megane
insane with sexual tension. His mind was doing high-level
gymnastics flips as it registered the glorious feeling of
the head of his rod being completely immersed in the loving
warmth of Oyuki's mouth.
She pushed her tongue forward to taste Megane's prick
as she flicked it back and forth across the swollen knob.
Not getting a negative reaction from Megane, she went
further, sending her tongue out and licking greedily across
the whole head of his penis. Megane's hands balled into
fists as he fought to keep his impending orgasm at bay.
Oyuki saw that he was getting close, so she opened her mouth
all the way and slowly brought her head down.
Megane saw stars. Well, at least it felt like he was
in orbit. His rod was engulfed in a warm, wet, tantalizing
environment unlike anything that he had ever experienced
before. In short, it was fantastic. He began breathing
heavily, and brought his hands up and placed them gently on
Oyuki's head. As she continued to lower her mouth on his
tool, he ran his fingers through her bluish-gray hair. "Ohh
... Oyuki-sama ...," he moaned as the Snow Princess
devoured his manhood.
Oyuki kept on descending until she couldn't take
anymore in her mouth. After eventually accepting most of
his member in her mouth, she brought her head back up,
running her tongue along the back of his shaft. Then her
bead began a rhythmic rise and fall on his penis, her cheeks
puckering inward on the upstroke as her luscious lips kept a
tight seal on the circumference of his rod. She kept up a
steady stroke on his rod, pausing occasionally at the top to
roll her tongue over the whole of the head.
Not used to giving a man head, her jaw was getting sore
from her mouth being open so long. So with a slurping
noise, she pulled him out of her mouth and started running
her tongue along the underside of his shaft, giving her
aching jaw muscles a chance to relax. She descended,
nipping at the side of his rod with her lips. When she
reached the base of Megane's tool, she nuzzled his balls
with her nose. She giggled slightly as his hair tickled her
face; the vibrations from the giggling almost sending
Megane off.
A small part of Megane's hormone-choked mind thought to
complain after she pulled him out of her mouth, but nixed
that idea when she began licking the outside of his rod.
Sighing contentedly, he continued to caress the fair
Princess' head while she administered relief to his aching
manhood.
Oyuki took Megane's balls in her hands and gently
fondled them, and rubbed them against her face and
occasionally sucked on them gently with her lips. Then
inspiration struck, and she took one of his balls into her
mouth, rotating her tongue lazily over it. Megane's
shuddering breath told her that she was on the right path.
She continued rolling one of his balls in her mouth while
rubbing the shaft of his penis with her dainty hand.
But it wasn't long before she hungered for the taste of
his penis again, and rose her head up from his sack.
Licking her lips, she hungrily popped his member back in her
mouth and resumed her nursing. Inflamed with passion now,
she pumped her head up and down his shaft rapidly,
swallowing the excess saliva that had been generated by the
constant, rapid movement of her tongue against his rod.
She moved herself forward a little to get more of him
into her mouth, and felt her thighs getting slippery. She
realized that her sex was soaking through the fabric of her
outfit, and coating her crotch liberally. She was getting
hot, and couldn't restrain herself from snaking a hand down
and rubbing her crotch through the drenched fabric of her
outfit.
Megane had experienced orgasms in the past, but the
buildup that he was feeling now from the tip of his rod to
the pit of his stomach made everything that came (no pun
intended) before pale by comparison. Oyuki's mouth was
nothing short of sentient pleasure as it rose and descended
on his manhood, and he could hear his breathing getting
louder and more ragged as the minutes progressed. The
tension was wound so tightly within him that all of a sudden
his muscles locked, and he shouted out as his nerves reached
their peak, and forced him to release. Megane reflexively
brought his hands down on Oyuki's head, pushing her head
down further on his member. Quickly he said, "Oh God...
I'm COMING!"
On the downstroke, she'd noticed an unusual taste in
her mouth. That was all the warning Oyuki got before
Megane's hands pushed her against his penis. Right after
shouting, Megane flooded her mouth was with a hot, salty
liquid that threatened to completely overwhelm her mouth and
throat. Quickly, she swallowed to avoid choking. She knew
what it was, and found that the taste wasn't quite what
she'd expected. However it wasn't a terrible taste, so she
swallowed his seed before her mouth filled to overflowing.
As the sensation of ecstasy fled his body, the pressure
that Megane's hands were exerting against her head relaxed,
and Oyuki was able to move her head again. She kept his
penis in her mouth as it twitched; bobbing her head up and
down slightly while licking and sucking it, savoring and
swallowing whatever drops of his essence she could get from
the exhausted organ.
Megane was happy. Speechless, but happy. His dazzled
body lay on his bed gulping in air, as his hands roamed
affectionately over Oyuki's head while she used her mouth to
play with his deflating penis. Feeling that she'd gotten
everything out of him that was possible, for the moment
anyway, Oyuki brought her head off of Megane's flaccid rod
and let it fall from her lips and into her awaiting hand.
She laid it against his abdomen, and kissed it gently
on the top of the shaft, then swallowed to clear her throat.
On her hands and knees, Oyuki moved up against Megane's body
so they could look into each other's eyes. "Megane, I..."
she said, trying to figure out what to say. She reached a
hand up towards his, hoping that he wanted her as badly as
she wanted him.
Megane saw the hand approach, and gladly took it in his
when it was within reach. He pulled her towards him,
bringing her up so that they were face to face, with her
clothed body lying atop his naked one. His eyes locked on
the captivating sight of her face, as he engraved in his
mind every facet of her delicate features.
No woman had ever been this close to him before in his
life. She was so BEAUTIFUL! Megane could scarcely believe
his luck. He reached a hand up, and caressed Oyuki's cheek
gently. Knowing that he might never get such an opportunity
again, he reached his head up and kissed her gingerly on the
lips.
Oyuki tentatively touched her lips with his as their
faces came together. As their lips met, she moaned
appreciatively. She felt a strange tingling suffusing her
whole body as the warm, soft skin of his lips caressed hers.
Oyuki felt the sensual wave of pleasure originating from her
breasts begin to concentrate at her sex, spurring her onward
and filling her with a passionate desire for more.
Their kiss became more intense, Megane extending both
of his arms in an ardent embrace around the Snow Princess'
petite form. One of his hands rested on her flank near her
breast and the other grabbed the cheek of her tight ass
lewdly. After that, all bets were off. They began kissing
in earnest, his mouth parting to send his tongue into her
mouth. Feeling the invader at her lips, she thrust hers
outward to connect with his, their tongues wrapped together
in a lewd dance of passion in their mouths.
Megane could taste a hint of his seed as his tongue
explored Oyuki's mouth, and that drove home the fact that
she had chosen to do this with HIM. She was wonderful, a
godsend. He could expend reams of paper describing the
emotions that gushed through him, but the only thing that he
could say that would matter was that he wanted her. Badly.
"Oyuki-sama... You feel so ... Can I ... ?"
"Yes, Megane-kun. I want to as badly as you do." She
replied in a shuddering whisper. With that, she rose from
the bed, running her hand down Megane's chest and stomach as
she got up. Once standing, she turned so she faced away
from Megane and reached back to unzip her `swimsuit.' She
pulled the straps over her shoulders and stood with her legs
parted, letting the small bit of sopping wet cloth fall to
the floor beneath her. The Snow Princess brought her arms
up across her chest and crotch, and stood unmoving, her back
and shapely ass still facing Megane.
He sat up on his bed and reached out to touch her bare
hip. She slowly rotated at his urging, facing him with her
hands and arms timidly covering her private regions.
"I'm sorry. I'm a bit nervous... I've never done this
before," she said delicately. Oyuki's angelic face looked
downwards at the floor, avoiding his gaze as she wondered
how she appeared to Megane. She'd never exposed herself to
a man before, and didn't know if she was appealing to him.
Megane gave her a caring look and stood in front of
her, his eyes never leaving hers. He put his hands on her
bare shoulders, rubbing them gently. "You have nothing to
fear, Oyuki-sama," he said earnestly, hoping to convey
confidence to her. "You are the most beautiful woman I have
ever met. Trust me, please." He kissed her again on the
lips, and brought his hands up to grab her wrists gently.
Pulling slightly, he disengaged her covering hands from what
they were protecting, then sat down, viewing a piece of
living art.
She held her hands at her sides, and stood stock still
like a statue. He lifted his gaze, and gazed over her. She
was perfection. Her pearlescent skin was offset by two
beautifully rounded breasts that were capped by small pink
nipples and aureole. The eraser-sized nipples stood erect
against the silken skin of her breasts, and the whole of her
young body was covered in goosebumps. She shivered slightly
under his intense scrutiny, anticipation causing her heart
to race and her nerves to be on-edge.
His eyes lowered past her ribs and firm abdomen. He
paused his view of her body at the juncture of her legs.
His manhood twitched between his legs as he caught sight of
the pouting lips of her vagina, somewhat visible behind the
thin curtain of wispy, bluish-gray hair that covered her
sex. The hair and lips of her sex seemed to glisten
slightly, almost as if it were wet. In fact, her inner
thighs appeared wet too.
Reaching out, he grabbed her by her hips and pulled her
to him. They collapsed on his bed, her hips still in his
hands as she lay on top of him. Megane's manhood stirred to
full prominence, her naked body pressed against his quickly
adding to his excitement. He moved his hands up and down
her back, reaching down occasionally to cup the cheeks of
her ass in his hands and knead them gently, intensifying the
wonderful tingling sensation that was building up in Oyuki's
fertile nexus. He kissed her neck while his hands explored
her backside, and whispered in her ear, telling her how
beautiful she was and how good she felt to him. Oyuki
tightened her embrace at his words, delighted that he like
her, and expectant of what he would do to her next.
Megane rotated while holding her body against his. He
lay on his side, and she on her back, so that they could
look at each other unobstructed.. Megane moved his head
down a bit, and grazed the petal-soft lips of her mouth with
his as he took her up in a slow kiss. Oyuki closed her eyes
and returned the kiss, her hands stroking his face and
running through his hair as their lips meshed in a
passionate joining. He moved his hands from her back and up
her flanks, his fingers sliding effortlessly across her
delicate skin. Stopping his hands at her shoulders, Megane
shifted down slightly on his bed, breaking the kiss and
bringing his head downward.
Megane's head hovered over one of her breasts.
Possessed of a childlike curiosity, he brought one of his
hands up and made first contact with her right breast.
"ahhh..." Oyuki cooed loudly, surprised at the
intensity of the feelings caused by her breast being handled
by another person's hand. Her breathing quickened,
emphasizing her breasts in a most enjoyable way for Megane.
The suddenness of her reaction startled her, but didn't stop
her from enjoying the feeling of his hands on her. She
gladly gave into it, savoring the sweet sensations of skin
on skin contact Megane's hands were generating as they
coursed across the rounded swell of her breast.
His hands moved to the base of her breast. It was
remarkably soft and warm, and very pliant. He took it in
his hand and squeezed slightly, eliciting a stifled moan
from Oyuki in the process. He slid the hand up to the
stiffened nipple, taking it between his thumb and forefinger
to rub it gently. "Yesss... Megane-kun...," was all Oyuki
could say as intense jolts of pleasure coursed from her
breast with every twist of Megane's fingers.
Her body was ablaze with an intense sexual desire that
raced across every nerve of her body, leaving her
speechless. Oyuki didn't quite know what to think about the
flood of new sensations she was feeling. She was familiar
with some of the things she was feeling, because she had
explored herself in the past. But the sensations Megane was
setting off in her were far more intense than anything she
ever conjured up with her own hands.
Her arousal almost became uncontainable as she suddenly
felt something warm and wet slide across her other breast.
She opened her eyes to see what was making that heavenly
feeling and saw Megane's face hovering over her other
breast, his tongue licking the constricted pink aureole and
smooth skin immediately surrounding it. Oyuki bit down on
her lips and closed her eyes, moaning louder as his tongue
swirled around the soft skin of her young breast. She
arched her back, thrusting her breasts up into Megane's face
and hands.
Oyuki heard a slight "mmfff" of surprise as his face
was suddenly pillowed by her pert breast, so she playfully
brought her hands up to Megane's head and held him against
her burgeoning chest. The breast covered his mouth and nose
making it difficult for him to breathe properly, but he did
not seem to mind the loving suffocation as he continued his
oral exploration of the swell of her breast.
His inexperienced mouth made loud slurping noises as he
released and recaptured parts of her breast with his lips
and tongue. He immersed himself in his senses as he ran a
course across the rounded shape of her breast. It was warm
to the touch. Her flawless skin felt as smooth as a silken
sheet, and she tasted divine. As he nursed at her breasts,
he prayed fervently that this moment would never end.
Oyuki's head moved from side to side in unbridled
ecstasy as Megane captured the erect nipple between his
dexterous lips and sucked it into his mouth. She rubbed
Megane's head more vigorously, urging him to continue his
work.
He took that as a sign to go further, so Megane moved
his head off of the reddened and swollen nipple and placed
it between her breasts. He breathed deeply of her cleavage,
inhaling the intoxicatingly sweet fragrance of her body and
enjoying the feel of her virgin skin as her breasts rubbed
against both sides of his face. With his hands he gently
pushed her breasts inward so that they cushioned his face
completely, and enjoyed a feeling so soothing and
comfortable that he didn't want to let go.
He enhanced the feeling by moving his face up and down
while rubbing her nipples with his thumbs. Oyuki grabbed
Megane's hair in her hands so tightly that she threatened to
pull clumps out of his head, the friction of his facial
contact with her chest being almost more pleasure than she
could bear.
Megane's member was rock hard by this point, and was
pressing against Oyuki's left leg. His straining member
called his attention to the rest of her young body, and he
found himself eager to explore more of the Princess' perfect
body.
Continuing to stroke her tits with his hands, he moved
his face downward, leaving the comfortable valley between
her breasts. He licked and kissed his way down her chest
and stomach as he aimed for her awaiting sex, his roaming
tongue savoring the salty taste of the Princess' sweaty body
as he descended. Oyuki's skin was hypersensitive because of
her extreme arousal, causing her to twitch every time
Megane's mouth made contact with her body, small sparks of
light going off in her closed eyes.
He could smell the musky scent emanating from Oyuki's
sex, and accelerated his descent to the undiscovered country
between her legs, so worked up with lust that he rapidly
rained kisses on her taut skin as he moved. He brought his
hands around and stroked the underside of her breasts,
tracing the ridges of her ribs with his fingertips. She
heaved her chest upwards into his cupped hands, responding
to his touch.
Tendrils of pleasure wended their way throughout her
body as his hands concentrated on her breasts and ribs. His
head paused his descent momentarily to trace an outline
around her navel. He laughed lightly as his puckered lips
were tickled by the soft hairs that covered the expanse of
skin of her stomach.
Feeling naughty, Megane would occasionally dip his
tongue into her navel and wiggle it around, eliciting short
gasps and giggles from Oyuki. His hands slid down past his
face as his tongue bathed her navel, coming to rest at the
pointed ends of her hips. Megane rubbed his fingers across
the skin of her hips, tracing the bony ridges gingerly with
his index finger. Oyuki closed her eyes and released a
shuddering breath, her heart beating rapidly as her body
verged on overloading on all the sensations that Megane's
manipulations had generated within her. With his head
moving out of reach, Oyuki brought her hands up to her
breasts, and continued the stimulation that Megane had
started so well.
His head reached the fertile nexus of her femininity,
and stopped abruptly. Here was the area of a girl he'd
dreamt of getting into times uncounted for most of his teen
years, and now it was laid out willingly before him,
awaiting his experimental touch.
Megane licked his lips in anticipation, as he looked at
her hips and crotch. His curiosity had helped him to ignore
his straining member, which had been rubbing against Oyuki's
leg the whole time he had been descending her body. He had
almost cum twice as his rod slid across the smooth shaven
legs of the royal beauty, but thanked his ability to
restrain himself. He wanted her to enjoy herself before he
came again.
Avoiding her sex for the moment, he slowly slid his
hands down from her hips until they rested on her thighs.
He could feel her legs trembling as his fingers rested on
the inside of her thighs, and knew that she was enjoying the
treatment he was giving her. Gently he grabbed a thigh in
each hand, his fingers sliding between her shapely gams as
he guided her legs apart. Oyuki willingly parted her legs
at his silent urging, drawing her feet towards her ass as
she brought her legs up and away from each other.
The first thing Megane noticed as he looked at her was
the thin sheen of her honey as it glistened on the blue-gray
hair of her sex, and along her silken thighs. He brought
his hands up to her knees, and slowly drew them down her
inner thighs in a gentle caress. As his fingers slid down
her inner thighs, he moved his mouth to one of her legs.
He inhaled deeply of the intoxicating scent emanating
from her fertile nexus, the heady odor adding to his arousal
and causing his penis to threaten to explode if it didn't
receive relief soon. He ignored his straining member as his
lips met on her thigh, his tongue extending slightly from
his open mouth to savor the bittersweet tang of her cum as
he coursed across her slickened thigh.
Oyuki's cooing rose in volume as Megane tantalized the
areas immediately surrounding her sex. Seemingly bursting
at the seams with pent-up sexual desire, she caressed her
breasts vigorously, twisting and pulling on the nipples
almost to the point of pain.
Megane decided to go for the gusto, and brought his
face and hands to her pubic mound. Gently he fingered the
hairs of her sex to the side, revealing her erect clit as it
peeked out from under the hood that normally obscured it.
He smiled as his face was bathed in the odor of her sex, and
knew that he was about to enjoy himself a lot. Megane
extended his finger out and traced along the outer edges of
her vaginal lips, pressing the delicate tissue gently.
"... aaaaHHAAAaaaah ..." Oyuki shouted through
clenched teeth as her eyes snapped wide open to occupy a
large portion of her face. Her hands trembled and she was
now sweating profusely. She'd never felt a sensation as
intense as this, and wondered if she could take much more.
Megane lowered his lips to the delta of her sex and
touched his tongue to her cum-soaked slit. He dragged his
tongue up and down her slit, stopping just above her
beckoning chasm on the downstroke, or just beneath her clit
on the upstroke. He relished the taste of her fresh cum,
the warm, bittersweet fluid producing an electrical thrill
that ran through his body as it ran over his tongue and down
his throat.
Oyuki moaned anew as she felt herself getting closer.
Her desire was motivating her hands as she obscenely
intensified the manipulation of her breasts, her lust
becoming primal. Developing a thirst for more of her honey,
Megane drove his tongue into the small opening of her sex.
His fluttering tongue sent her over the edge as he probed
about her sex, hunting for any hint of her essence.
Oyuki's mind flew to another plane as she succumbed to
a minor orgasm. Megane swallowed repeatedly as a small rush
of her cum met his lips at the entrance to her heavenly sex.
He brought his lips to her opening and sent his tongue
probing deep inside of her. He wormed it around the tight
confines of her vagina, greedily claiming as much of her cum
as he could. Meanwhile, her sex-choked mind could feel him
bring his lips to her sex, and in the distance she heard him
sucking on the sensitive skin of her vagina. The feeling of
Megane's mouth on her privates was pure decadence. She was
delirious with pleasure as she endured the unwavering
manipulation Megane was offering her, and knew that it
wouldn't take much to send her off again. Her sex-crazed
mind had her wondering with expectation at what he was going
to do next.
Having drained from her of all of the honey she had,
Megane moved his head up and locked his gaze on her
throbbing clit. The red and swollen nub was protruding out
quite a bit from its protective hood, seemingly beckoning to
him. Megane answered its call, opening his mouth and
lowering his head to surround her clit with the warm, wet
skin of his lips and tongue.
Oyuki's hips lurched involuntarily upwards as Megane's
initial contact with her love button, sending her sex deeper
into his churning mouth. Oyuki's breathing became labored,
and she squeezed her eyes shut as Megane fluttered his
tongue vigorously over her clit and hummed deeply. The
combination of contact and vibrations sent Oyuki's body into
uncontrolled thrashes. She could feel herself about to go
over the edge again, and wasn't sure how long she could hold
herself back.
Megane brought a hand to her vagina and extended his
middle finger to trace the outer edge of her opening as he
sucked unabated on her clit. The orbiting finger probed the
opening of her sex a few times, then unable to hold back any
further, he pushed the finger inside. Again, her body
lunged forward as he penetrated her sex with his long
finger, and she bit down on her lips until they grew white,
moaning deeply all the while.
He smiled to himself as he enjoyed the feeling of the
warm, wetness of her vagina as it surrounded his finger. He
wiggled the finger a bit inside her sex, and felt her walls
gripping him snugly and pulling him deeper inside of her.
Megane let his finger slide inward until it struck a barrier
right before it would have been buried to the hilt inside of
her.
Oyuki yelped in surprise and jerked her hips up and
back instinctively as he hit her virgin wall, her body
wanting to avoid the cause of the sharp pain. Understanding
what he had touched and why she jumped, Megane began
stroking his finger out so that he wouldn't hit her hymen
again.
The pain disappeared in an instant as Megane's sliding
finger brought another mind-numbing wave of pleasure to
Oyuki. She knew she was at the brink, and wanted him inside
her for the finish, `and to hell with the pain,' she added
determinedly. "Meh... Meh... Megane-kun. I want you...
nowww..." she said huskily, hoping to entice him to enter
her.
Entice him, hell. He was ready to burst just sitting
there fingering and eating away at her. Out of control, he
jumped up and grabbed her by the hips, turning her over on
her stomach. Guessing at what he was going to do, Oyuki
propped herself up on her knees and pushed her ass outwards.
Megane took his member in his hands and approached her from
the rear.
He pressed the head of his penis against the drenched,
pouting lips of her sex, and groaned as the head of his
member made tentative contact with the slick warmth of her
vaginal opening. Aroused to the point of near insanity, he
grabbed her hips and pulled her towards him.
"Oh, God!" Megane shouted as the swollen head of his
penis slid past the opening of her canal. With a slow push,
his rod began sliding deeper inside her. `God, she's tight!
Oh, sweet heaven!' he thought to himself, a look of complete
rapture on his face. The warmth and slick feel of her
channel was intoxicating as his sensitive member slid along
her tight confines. With small nudges, he pushed his
invading member deeper into the delicious body of Princess
Oyuki.
Megane's knees threatened to buckle from the
overwhelming sensation of his rod sliding deeper within her.
The throbbing walls of her moist sex enveloped his penis,
massaging it tenderly. The heat of her body electrified
every nerve along the entire expanse of his rod's sensitive
skin. He felt like he was entering a paradise, and knew
that nothing else in his life compared to being inside of
Oyuki's tender self.
Oyuki moaned into the blanket as she lay there with her
face pressed into it atop Megane's bed. She could feel his
member penetrating deeper into her, stretching the walls of
her vagina and giving her a feeling of fulfillment the likes
of which she'd never dreamed of.
Her hands gripped tightly at the blanket, and she grit
her teeth ferociously as she fought to keep herself from
going off too soon. Sweat poured down her delicate cheeks,
and her nostrils flared from her intense breathing. She was
anxious for him to proceed, and began pushing her body back
towards Megane. She wanted all of him, now!
Oyuki was definitely a tight fit, but she was so worked
up that Megane's path inward was not too restricted. His
sliding member penetrated until the head made contact with
her hymen, causing Oyuki to yelp again. "Now?" he managed
to gasp out. All Oyuki could do was shake her head in the
affirmative.
Megane placed his hands against her ass and drew his
penis out slowly, earning an elongated moan from Oyuki. He
then lay himself against her back and cupped her dangling
breasts in his hands. As he leaned forward he pushed his
rod back in again, eliciting a long moan from himself. He
was very close to coming, but he wanted them to go off
together.
He began to insert and withdraw rhythmically,
penetrating only as far as her hymen before he pulled
himself back. He did this for several strokes until he
figured she was too worked up to feel the inevitable pain.
Then he drew his hips back until his member was almost
completely out of her clenching vagina, and then arched his
hips forward and pushed in hard. Megane felt it resist
against the head of his rod momentarily, then suddenly give
way, and boy did he know it when it went.
Oyuki screamed loudly. She hadn't expected the pain to
be as sharp and intense as it had been when Megane's penis
had run her through, and started bucking wildly trying to
throw Megane off of her. But Megane's mind was too far gone
to stop when she screamed, and his hands were firmly latched
onto her breasts as he fought to stay on top of her, keeping
himself firmly linked to the Princess. She had survived the
moment, however, and was still very much aroused. As
pleasure began replacing the sharp pain, Oyuki began
countering his thrust, hurrying the process as he continued
driving further inward.
Once her maidenhead had been sundered, his penis
suddenly had more space to fill. Megane never stopped
pushing, and continued on inward until he was buried to the
hilt inside her. Once he knew the worst was over, he sat
motionless for a second, savoring the feeling of his whole
member being enveloped by Oyuki's loving body.
He moved his face so that his nose was buried in her
long, dark hair. The sweet scent of her turned him on even
more, so he reached up and kissed her on the back of the
neck, and resumed stroking her breasts with his hands. Then
he arched his back a bit and withdrew his rod until he was
almost out of her again.
Keeping his hands on the sensitive swells of her
breasts, he slowly pushed himself back into her cavern until
he was completely buried inside her. Slowly he began
pumping in earnest, his rod sliding effortlessly in and out
of Oyuki's unrestricted passage. Close to release, Megane
increased the tempo of his movements and placed his hands on
her hips for deeper penetration.
Oyuki's pain had diminished completely as Megane's
thrusts grew quicker and deeper. The pleasure from his
stroking member greatly outweighed the pain, until it was
but a memory. Megane's thrusts continually grew harder and
harder, until the bed started shaking along with Oyuki. Her
breasts swayed back and forth in a pendulous motion, her
nipples grazing the soft fabric of the bed and sending her
out of her mind. Hungry for an end she began pushing back
in earnest and squeezing the muscles of her vagina to help
bring both of them over the edge.
He pumped away rhythmically, his penis enjoying the
extra space it now had to work with. He began grunting in
time with his impacts as he lunged again and again into her
tight little box. Oyuki helped him along by moving her hips
in concert with Megane's lunges; timing her movements to
provide him with the deepest penetration possible, so it
wasn't long before his rod was touching her cervix.
He continued stroking in and out of her at full tilt,
their skin slapping together in a staccato rhythm as
Megane's hips collided again and again with her shapely ass.
Suddenly a low, fractured moan could be heard coming from
Oyuki. The moaning gained in intensity until she started
shouting through clenched teeth in time to his thrusts, "Ahh
Ahh Ahh Ahh Ahh Ahh Ahh Ahhhh .... AHHHHHHH..."
As her shouting increased, the force of Megane's
thrusting increased sympathetically. He could feel Oyuki's
body shudder as the beginnings of an orgasm washed through
her. Unable to contain himself anymore, Megane grunted
loudly and buried his penis in her as far as he could go.
His eyes rolled up in the back of his head, and his penis
twitched endlessly as he shot loads of hot cum inside the
Princess.
Seemingly endless streams of his cum splashed against
her insides, and she could swear she felt it as each spurt
landed. Complementing Megane's river of cum was Oyuki's
orgasm, which hit her like a tidal wave of concentrated
pleasure. She screamed until she'd expelled all the air
from her lungs. Her legs clenched together tightly when it
hit, capturing Megane's spurting member inside her.
Trapped inside of her churning sex, Megane shot his
seed into her until he couldn't keep himself upright
anymore, and collapsed in a dead heap. His body shuddered
as his lungs gulped for air, his mind so far gone he barely
had the presence of mind to hold onto her. He was too
exhausted to move, so he lay on top of her again with his
penis still buried to the hilt inside her sex.
Oyuki's vagina was rimmed with Megane's cum and small
rivulets of it leaked from the reddened outer lips of her
sex and traced a path down her thighs. Her pubic hair was
matted against her sex by both of their juices.
Both breathed hard as they came down from their sexual
high. They didn't realize it, but they were panting
together in synchronicity. With his manhood still buried
inside her, Oyuki moved her arms out and her legs down so
that she lay flat on her stomach. She felt the wonderful
heat spilling off of Megane's sweaty body as he lay on her
back, and felt a small amount of surprise that she could
support his weight so easily. She grabbed Megane's hand,
which was laying near her face, and brought it to her lips
to kiss it. She smiled to herself, wishing that this moment
wouldn't end. Apparently Megane felt the same, because he
started kissing the nape of her neck and playing with one of
her earlobes with his lips and tongue.
Feeling his penis go soft inside her, Megane sat up and
pulled himself out of her sex. As he pulled his cum-soaked
rod out, Oyuki rotated so she was laying on her back.
Megane sat up on his bed on his knees for a moment to look
at her, and saw to his amusement that she had a dazzled look
on her flushed face.
Oyuki looked at the instrument of her pleasure, and
reached out to touch it. Megane's flaccid member jumped as
her tiny hand made contact with it. She slid her fingers
around it, the slick lubrication of their cum making his
tool very slippery. Megane groaned as she brought her head
to his slickened member, and kissed the drooping instrument
on its head.
He lay down with Oyuki, and gently stroked her sweat-
soaked hair away from her eyes and forehead. Then bringing
the hand back down, he caressed her face, tracing a
fingertip across her mouth and down to her chin. Smiling
lightly, he wrapped his arms around her, holding her in an
embrace which she returned happily.
After holding each other for a few moments, Megane
spoke. "Oyuki-sama, I..."
"Megane-kun. We've just shared the most treasured and
private parts of ourselves with each other. You don't have
to resort to formalities with me anymore," she half-scolded,
half-requested.
Megane's smile deepened. "Yes, Oyuki-chan ... ...
That was the most *incredible* experience of my life. Th...
Thank you."
"Thank *you*, Megane-kun. Believe me, what just
happened was most unexpected. This sort of thing has never
happened to me before, but I'm very glad it did," She
traced a finger down the side of Megane's face, and across
his lips. Megane smiled at the contact, and darted his
tongue out of his mouth to lick the roving finger as it
passed by. "You were very kind to me, and I enjoyed it
immensely," she said in her cultured tone, which (to Megane)
made her sound very sexy.
"And I you, Oyuki-chan." he said. He couldn't think of
anything else to say since his mind was still reeling from
the aftereffects of sex. He looked over her young body
again, and thought to himself, `You're the most beautiful
thing to enter my life, Oyuki.' His thoughts were disrupted
as something nagged him from the back of his scrambled mind.
"Oh! I almost forgot about the social! You still want to
go, don't you?"
Oyuki smiled, holding back her laughter at Megane's
sudden change of subject. "Absolutely, Megane-kun.
Hopefully we'll be able to spend a lot of time together from
now on." Oyuki brought her hand up to Megane's face and
caressed it.
Megane's broad grin answered that unasked question.
"Oyuki-chan, we need to get showered if we're going to
attend the social." He kissed her lightly on the lips.
"Not just yet, Megane-kun. I'm still enjoying laying
here with you." Oyuki said, lying her head against Megane's
shoulder.
He regarded his situation. They were laying on their
sides, face-to-face on his bed.. Their completely naked
bodies were pressed together with their legs interlinked.
Their arms were wrapped around each other, and he could feel
the soft globes of her breasts pressing against his chest.
"Yeah, I can wait a bit..."
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