The Evil of Kururu – Chapter Four
(Meanwhile, out by Giroro's tent...)
Giroro and Dororo sat close by each other, both munching quietly on freshly baked sweet potatoes. Both of their faces were tinged with pink, and Dororo was leaning gently on the corporal's shoulder.
"These are delecious, Giroro-kun." Dororo smiled, his mask still hanging around his neck. Giroro blushed slightly deeper.
"Yeah... Glad you like em..." Giroro took a bite of his own, turning his face away slightly in embarrassment. "Dororo..."
"Yes Giroro?"
"Can I... Can I kiss you again?"
Dororo looked up slightly at Giroro. Without saying a word, he leaned up toward Giroro's face and placed a gentle kiss on his lips. They stayed like that for a minute, gently holding each other.
Giroro paused for only a moment before opening his mouth. Dororo responded by doing the same, and their tongues met cautiously in the middle, fighting gently for dominance. Giroro leaned over Dororo, wrapping his arms around the lance corporal's back and holding him closely. They broke apart, staring into each other's eyes and breathing together.
"Dororo... Can we go... Farther?"
Dororo flushed brightly. "Yes... Yes please Giroro!"
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Kururu sat alone in his lab, chuckling to himself as he tinkered slightly with the "Change your affections" gun. He was fitting it with an intensity control and his own patented "Berserker Button."
"Kukukukukukukukuku..."
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Giroro and Dororo were kissing each other intensly in the relative privacy of Giroro's tent. Their tongues wrestled against each other and Giroro had begun running his hands gently over Dororo's body. They separated for a moment, both breathing a bit heavily. Giroro pushed Dororo gently to the ground and placed himself over the shaky lance corporal.
"Giroro..."
"Yes Dororo?"
Dororo flushed red again. "This is... My... First time..."
Giroro chuckled slightly. "Mine too."
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Kururu picked up the gun, walking over to a cage with small mice in it. He picked out one of his earlier pairs by their tails, and set them on a large table with slippery, raised edges. He carefully aimed and shot at the one that he knew had already been hit with the ray once. As expected, the mouse began a courtship ritual toward its mate. Kururu smirked and turned up the dial, shooting the mouse again. The courtship became a frantic chase around the edge of the table.
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Giroro leaned down and licked gently at the slit of Dororo's pouch. The lance corporal gasped slightly, clenching Giroro's sleeping bag with both hands. Giroro reached in gently and pulled out Dororo's hardened member. His mouth descended on it with one swoop and Dororo let out a gasping moan at the hot, wet, warm feeling around his throbbing cock.
"Gi- Giroro... Giroro-kun!" Dororo thrust his hips against Giroro's throat and caused him to choke slightly. He released Dororo from his mouth.
"Careful Dororo... I'm not very good at this yet..."
"Not... Good... My... Ass..." Dororo was panting now, his chest rising and falling heavily.
"Heh. Speaking of your ass..." Giroro leaned down further and licked softly at Dororo's entrance, grasping his penis in one hand. His other hand moved to join his tongue, rubbing his saliva around to act as lubricant.
"Hah... Aah..." The lance corporal fidgeted under the attention of the red keronian, his hips bucking slightly against Giroro's grasp.
Giroro smiled to himself and pumped Dororo's erection hard once.
"Aahn!" Dororo strained against the sudden pressure. Giroro raised his head again, letting go of Dororo's member and leaning down to kiss him again. As his tongue slid into Dororo's mouth, his first finger slid into his tight hole.
"Mmmph!" Dororo's cry was muffled against the corporal's lips. Giroro continued sliding his finger gently in and out of Dororo, becoming aroused by the sensation of heat around his hand. He slid a second finger in, causing the lance corporal to break the kiss for a moment to gasp sharply.
Giroro grunted to himself, finding himself almost incapable of forming sentences with the growing bulge in his lower abdomen. He slid a third finger in, scissoring all of them and stretching Dororo enough that he could fit when the time came.
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Kururu pressed the new "Berserker Button" on his gun. The mouse stood on its hind legs as if electrified and leaped on his tiny partner. Kururu was fascinated by the miniature rape scene playing itself out in his lab. It was almost perfect.
"Kukukukukukukukukukukuku..."
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Giroro was positioned with his erection pressing gently against Dororo's entrance. They were both looking at each other and breathing hard.
"Dororo..."
"It's ok... I... I want it, please."
"You're sure about this?" Dororo leaned up and pressed his lips against Giroro's.
"You have me completely at your mercy, Giroro-kun... And I love it. Please, take me..."
Giroro nodded slightly and pressed his member slightly into Dororo.
"Aah..."
"Hhgn..."
Giroro shoved hard into Dororo, burying his length into his tight, hot hole.
"AAH!" Dororo closed his eyes, riding the wave of pain into an ocean of pleasure.
Giroro started up a gentle pace, sliding in and out softly and sweetly and angling himself toward Dororo's prostate. The two panted together, moved together, and made love together, pressing their lips against one another as Giroro thrust deeply into the lance corporal.
They climaxed at the same time, Giroro releasing deep into Dororo while Dororo's seed spilled over both of them. Giroro fell to the side, exhausted. Dororo leaned over and kissed him.
"That was... Amazing. Dororo..."
"Sshh... You can go to sleep. I'll be here when you wake up, I promise."
Giroro's eyelids fell and a small smile showed on his face as he drifted off. Dororo, though tired, gathered himself together and cleaned himself off. He was just tying his mask around his face when he heard a slight noise from outside the tent. He wandered outside to check, his ninja senses dulled by the hormones still running high through his system.
Kururu jumped out from around the corner and pressed the "Berserker Button," assuming that it had been Giroro walking out of the tent.
The pink light was tinged with red. The power of the beam knocked the breath out of Dororo. As the light faded and he blinked the spots back from his vision, his eyes fell on the yellow sergeant major.
"Kururu..." He felt his arousal pressing itself outward again, almost unbearably.
"Ah fuck."