Rosario + a decision PT 3

It was getting late, but Tsukune had to give Kurumu her time with him. While Kyoko was making the sleeping arrangements with his mother and the other girls were taking turns in the bath, Tsukune went out back with Kurumu.

Kurumu acted subdued as Tsukune led her by the hand to sit on the porch swing. Before they got there, Kurumu turned him around and hugged him tight.

"Kurumu," Tsukune said as he returned her hug, meaning to explain that he was choosing Moka.

"Tsukune, I NEED you," Kurumur said in a whine. Going on in a run of words, she said, "You saved me, you are everything to me, I've done everything I can for you and all our friends, so please before you tell me you're going to choose Moka, I am begging you to save me again, I really NEED you, Tsukune!"

As Kurumu ran on, Tsukune had an apithany. He had been treating these girls as if they were human. They far from it.

Mizore had held him tight after he told her he wanted Moka for his girlfriend. Mizore had offered him sex, but what Mizore had really needed was to be held. For him to be in contact with her. Contact to warm her cold heart.

Ruby reveled in joy at good things that happened to her. She was more concerned about him choosing Moka because he may end up hurt, rather than upset because he wasn't choosing her. Ruby was a true friend.

Yukari ... well, Yukari needed to grow up.

His lovely Moka. Two personalities, both needing his blood to survive, and each in their own way doing their best for him. Sharing blood was Moka's way of showing intimacy. They had grown close because he was being intimate with her.

Kurumu, here in his arms now. Kurumu didn't need blood to survive, she wasn't a vampire. Close contact for her was only a prelude for what she really needed. Kurumu was a succubus, there was one thing that she did need.

Tsukume slowly petted Kurumu's hair. He gently kissed the base of her neck. Her body against his felt soft, warm, and inviting. "Are you really OK with this?" he asked quietly. "Even though I am going to choose someone else?"

In a shuddering breath, Kurumu said, "I need you."

Petting her head with one hand, Tsukune reached down and slipped his other hand up under her sweater in the back. As he made contact with her bare skin, feeling the depression along her spine, Kurumu let out a cooing gasp and shuddered in joy. He pulled her sweater up farther. Her hands grabbed his shirt and all but ripped it off.

Tsukune didn't know how it happened, but sometime as their clothes were being cast aside, they ended up lying on the porch in their pile of clothes. Time and senses were lost to Tsukune, except for petting the panting girl in his arms. He sucked on her hard nipples, reveling in their sweet taste, and burying his head in her large, soft breasts as he kissed the middle of her chest. Her arms and wings enfolded him as she drew him close. Her long legs wrapped his, her tail wrapped around his butt as she drew him even closer.

Before Tsukune knew it, he was inside her as she gripped him with her whole body. Passion ignited like a torch. Tsukune felt like he was on fire. Entering her felt both hot and relieving, he imagined he was a red hot piece of steel, being quenched by cool water. The joy was almost unbearable. He wanted to tell her he couldn't stop now, but he couldn't find the breath to speak. Their heads tight against each other's necks, Tsukune thrust into her as she rode him, her insides holding him as tightly as her limbs that gripped him on the outside.

As his body moved on it's own, trying ever so hard to get just a bit further up into her, Tsukune felt his first climax coming on. Not knowing what it was, he only knew his groin felt like it was cramping up. The cramps became bad, then got even worse.

"Kurumu," Tsukune let out in a squeak as he thought something was seriously wrong. He swore he was going to die if the cramping continued to build.

Under him, Kurumu was oblivious to his dilemma, thrusting up as hard with her soft whines as she was helping him pound into her. "Tsukune!" Kurmuru let out in a whining squeak.

This was it, the crapms grew even worse. Tsukune knew he was going to die in the arms of a succubus on his parent's porch.

"Ahhh," he gasped out as the cramps became intolerable. Then came release. Pulsing waves that rocked his senses. He swore he shot his entire nether region up into her. Under him, Kurumu cried out as she all but crushed him in her embrace. They continued to hump frantically, his body on automatic, wanting nothing more than to keep going.

Finally collapsing atop her, Tsukune lay panting and feeling dizzy.

Kurumu raised a hand and petted his head. Her voice hoarse and shuddering, she said, "You gave me what I need. Tsukune, I will love you forever, no matter who you choose."

"Kurumu," he said as he propped himself up on an elbow to look at her.

There was a tear in her eye as Kurumu cast her gentle smile at him. "It's OK. Do what you must. Just know that I will always be here for you. I really wish I could kiss you."

"Me too," Tsukune replied, felling very much same desire. But he couldn't, not unless he wanted to be her love-slave. He settled on petting her hair, and planting a lingering kiss on her forehead.

Cold water poured down over them like a flood. Crying out in surprise, they separated. Tsukune grabbed what he thought was his shirt and sat up covering himself as he looked up at a pissed-off Kyoko holding an empty bucket.

"TUKKIE! WHAT part of 'do not take advantage of them', did you NOT UNDERSTAND?" Kyoko yelled.

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Tsukune thought that after he got back inside and away from Kyoko who was helping Kurumu get dressed, he could sneak up to his room and avoid explaining himself.

Standing to lean against the wall in the hallway, Moka was waiting for him. She raised her head to eye him sadly. "Are you her love-slave now?" she asked as her lips quivered.

Her hurt look seemed to drive a knife through Tsukune's heart.

"Moka ...no, I'm not. Moka, I'm sorry. I have no excuse," Tuskune said as he shifted his gaze off her. "Kurumu knows I pick you, but ..." his voice trailed off. For how justified he had convinced himself that he was in making love to Kurumu a short time ago, it felt nothing but wrong now.

The rosary glowed. "The stakes are becoming higher, Tsukune. You should know this. If that was goodbye, then it is acceptable. A repeat will not be."

Tsukune nodded. "Never again," he said to them both.

"Tsukune," Moka said as she eyed him with her hurt look.

"Moka," he replied, wanting to take back what he'd done.

"Tsukune," Moka said in a pleading tone, as if she too wanted to erase the last hour.

"Moka," he said in a breath, wanting to make it all better for her.

"Tsukune," Moka said softly as she hugged him.

Tsukune felt her teeth sink in. He petted her head as he held her close. The feel of his blood being drawn out was somehow comforting at the moment. After all, he needed to be intimate with his lovely Moka.

Moka drained enough blood that Tsukune was really dizzy. He bade Moka good night, and drunk-stumbled to his room. Not bothering to turn on the light, he flopped down in bed.

The door shut, he heard the soft patter of feet come over. Someone laid down with him.

"I've got nothing left," he mumbled.

"I just want to lie with you," Mizore said softly.

"OK, that would be good," Tsukune said weakly, then passed out.