Author's Note: WARNING! This story is for mature audiences only and contains sexually explicit material. In other words, this story is a big fat pitcher of lemonade made with actual lemons. Furthermore, this story is FICTION. Neither I nor anyone else involved with this story, the characters, or the "world" in which they operate approve or recommend the actions taken within. This story contains nudity, BDSM, Bondage, humiliation, and intercourse. BEWARE! YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED.
A Party + A Vampire
"Tsukune! Tsukune!" Kurono Kurumu called out loudly, catching Tsukune's attention. He turned around and looked down the concrete sidewalk that lead up to the front of the school to see one of his close friends hurrying up, a few books tucked up under her arm. Tsukune licked his lips as she approached, mentally bracing himself for the impact, and he wasn't disappointed as she practically leapt on top of him, flinging herself at him like a hungry octopus engulfing a lobster. She was wearing her typical interpretation of the school uniform: white button up blouse, red bow tie, yellow sweater vest, short green plaid skirt, and white knee high socks. Her electric blue hair bounced playfully, but it was her well endowed bosom that always seemed to attract Tsukune's attention, no matter how well intentioned his thoughts were.
"Hi Kurumu-chan. Where is the fire?" He asked, carefully disentangling himself from her grasp. Several times his fingers grazed her scrumptious breasts and he wasn't sure if it was accidental or Kurumu was twisting on purpose. He was well aware that he was the fixation of an unusual desire. Kurumu had been trying to make him her "mate of fate" for over two years. Worse, as a monster, specifically a succubus, Kurumu had a whole plethora of powers at her disposal, all designed to turn males into blubbering, helpless, obedient little sex slaves. Tsukune was well aware of the danger. In fact, only the incessant presence of three other girls, each with their own monstrous powers prevented Kurumu from charming him, sucking him downward into a lethal spiral of sex, lust, and a messy ending. Succubi didn't keep mates for long.
"We're having a party! It's end of term and I thought we should all get together right after exams, but before we head out for summer break!" Kurumu replied, pulling out a thick piece of paper. She handed it to Tsukune with a mischievous smile. "Everyone thought it was a good idea."
Tsukune opened the note and quickly read its contents. He felt his pulse quicken and the sudden eruption of butterflies in his stomach. As a real human, he was a bit of an anomaly at the Youkai Academy, a school specifically for monsters, and he often felt weak and puny compared to even his cadre of female fangirls. Kurumu unsettled him the most, but Shirayuki Mizore and Sendo Yukari were close competitors. Only Akashiya Moka made him feel normal, or at least as normal as any boy in love.
But Tsukune valued all of his friends. They had all joined the newspaper club together and Tsukune had found a niche that made him a pariah amongst the other male students, an honor he was pretty sure he didn't need considering his lack of monstrous powers. Worse, he had to keep his humanity a secret, and only these four girls knew, their friendship, not to mention overwhelming desire to win his heart, kept him safe.
He turned his attention back to the invitation, pondering its implications. A slumber party? In Kurumu's dorm room? His first thought was that this was another scheme of Kurumu's to get him alone. It wouldn't have been the first time that the succubus had tried underhanded tricks on Tsukune. But Tsukune realized that she wouldn't try something like that, especially when the party could be confirmed so easily just by asking Moka. He sighed dramatically. Great. He would be the only guy at a slumber party with four voracious girls, all who wanted him physically, if not sexually as well.
He let out another sigh. If Moka wanted him sexually he would glad have given in, but as a vampire she was interested in something a little more precious. He was used to being nibbled on; her kappachu squeal an almost daily routine as he offered up a small mouthful of his precious blood. It didn't help that she left horrendous hickies on his neck, rather than bite marks. Every boy in the school couldn't help thinking that Tsukune and Moka were more than just friends.
Or predator and prey.
Tsukune shuddered once more and tucked the invitation into his pocket. This whole situation would require deft handling.
Author's Note: I've had some trouble with 's strange formatting codes, so hopefully writing in this format will eliminate some of that problem.
Japanese names are reversed from Western names, with the family or surname being given first. Also, I have adhered to the Japanese cultural style of honorifics when talking too people, rather than about people.