NO REST for the WICKED
CHAPTER NINE: POUR SOME SUGAR ON ME
by: PLATINUM KUSH
"Take a bottle, shake it up. Break the bubble, break it up. Pour some sugar on me. Oh, in the name of love! Pour some sugar one me!"
DEF LEPPARD, "POUR SOME SUGAR ON ME."
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Pregnancy was a strange thing.
It was as elusive and unpredictable as the weather. It was capable of making her feel strange things and entertain notions she usually would never even consider.
The morning sickness and fatigue was one thing, but the mood swings and the hormonal changes were on a completely different level.
Before she was content with just laying on Natsuki's shoulder while they watched a movie or while Natsuki played a game. But now, she was feeling a bit antsy, and a bit naughty even.
At that very moment they were once again lounging on the couch in the living room, idly watching some weird American vampire movie. She was pressed against Natsuki's side with one hand wrapped around her elbow and the other settled on top of her thigh.
She traced the subtle tattoos littering Natsuki's forearm, trying to ignore her growing arousal that seemingly sprouted from nowhere.
She blamed it on her far from modest attire. She was clad in a pair of Natsuki's boyshorts and a very thin white pullover.
The fabric was rough against her nipples, which had decided to make themselves present to the wandering eyes of the world.
Natsuki's attire was a bit more modest; a pair of dark joggers and a soft white shirt. Shizuru couldn't help but appreciate the way her clothes really accentuated the firmness of her body.
The way her shirt clung to her arms and shoulders, the soft strip of exposed skin where it didn't quite cover her belly.
The joggers were tight enough to invoke arousal and appreciation from admirers, but loose enough to not cause discomfort. Did she mention her hair was tied up in what had to be the sexiest messy bun ever?
And she had a dirty little habit of biting her bottom lip when she was focused?
Natsuki's position on the couch wasn't helping her situation either. She was slouching a bit, her legs slightly parted with her feet propped up against the coffee table, the perfect pose of someone who was both relaxed yet brimming with confidence.
Shizuru could feel herself growing wetter and wetter with every passing second accompanied with a sensually innocent lip bite. The hand on Natsuki's thigh twitched.
Her finely manicured nails drummed a senseless beat on the soft fabric of Natsuki's joggers. Her girlfriend smiled to herself and wrapped an arm around her shoulders, bringing them even closer together.
She bit her lip, willing herself to calm down. Such behavior wasn't ladylike at all. But then again, the things she wanted to do to Natsuki weren't ladylike at all.
Her hand began stroking Natsuki's thigh, slowly at first to make it appear like an innocent, unconscious gesture.
But once again, Natsuki unknowingly made the situation worse by spreading her legs a bit more and sinking further into the couch.
She could see it now; the limp piece of flesh that was currently making a complete mess of her thoughts. Even unaroused, it was certainly impressive.
Shizuru's deity fingers moved closer and closer until they brushed against the clothed tip, drawing forth a gasp of arousal and surprise from its owner.
Natsuki glanced at Shizuru from the corner of her eye. The girl's cheeks were flushed slightly and her body hummed with unreleased tension.
If she looked long enough she could see the gentle slope of Shizuru's nipples poking out from beneath the fabric of her borrowed pullover.
Sensing consent from the dark-haired girl, Shizuru ran her fingers along the clothed length of her, alternating between feather light touches and firm squeezes.
Natsuki's heartbeat quickened as Shizuru's hands continued to do wonders on her young body. She closed her eyes and leaned her head against the back of the couch.
Shizuru let her hand creep into her joggers and bit back a strangled moan as it was enveloped in a firm, intimate heat and solid flesh.
"Natsuki," Shizuru whispered as she pressed her lips against Natsuki's neck, "Is your father home?"
Biting her lip once again, Natsuki shook her head. "N-no, she doesn't get off until six on Thursdays."
Shizuru glanced at the clock. Three fifty-four. They had plenty of time.
"Ara, and Nao?"
"Who cares?" Natsuki breathed as Shizuru's hand dipped into her boxers and withdrew her pulsating length for the world to see.
She was at the peak of her arousal; pre-cum already forming at the very tip of the engorged head. Shizuru wrapped her around it and slowly began moving it up and down, swirling her thumb around the slit and lubricating it with its own liquids.
Natsuki pressed their lips together while Shizuru continued to jack her off. The warmth of her lips sent a current of white-hot fire blasting through her body.
Natsuki wrapped an arm around her waist, losing herself in her strawberry breath and impossibly soft lips. She could feel herself getting close and she suddenly felt a bit embarrassed.
She normally had amazing stamina, but it was just something about Shizuru and her white-hot touch that made her body feel weak and limbless.
Her hand pumped faster and faster as teeth and tongues clashed, lips moving against each other in harsh, bruising fashions.
She gasped as Shizuru's tongue easily dominated hers. Her hand gave one last firm pump and suddenly hot streams of cum shot out from the tip, staining her shirt, Shizuru's hand and thighs, and everything caught in its range.
Natsuki panted against her lips for a few seconds until she finally caught her breath. "My room, now." She growled.
Shizuru didn't have to be told twice. She scurried up the stairs like an obedient submissive. Natsuki quickly cleaned off the couch and turned off the TV before running up the stairs like a woman on a mission.
When she reached her room and walked inside however, she lost all ability to properly function. Shizuru was sitting on the edge of her bed waiting for her, one hand obscured by her thighs and the other tangled in her pale locks.
She smirked and moved her finger in a 'come hither' motion. Now who was the obedient submissive?
"Take it off," Shizuru murmured as their lips clashed again, pulling on Natsuki's shirt. The girl pulled it over her head and lifted Shizuru into her arms.
Wrapping her legs around her waist, Shizuru freed Natsuki's hair from its prison and yanked on it. Hard. She bit on Natsuki's exposed neck, making sure to leave marks.
She moved over to the bed and threw her down none too gently, falling on top of her and pressing their lower bodies together. She rocked into her, dragging her nails down the smooth planes of her belly.
She slid her boyshorts and panties down her legs in one fluid motion, tossing them over the edge of the bed with the rest of the clothes she quickly discarded.
There was no need for a condom, and the feeling of hot, smooth skin on hot, smooth skin was incredible. Natsuki slipped inside easily. A loud squelching sound reverberated throughout the room, only masked by the song gently streaming from the speakers below the TV.
"Natsuki," Shizuru moaned as her back arched off the bed, thrusting her breasts forward. Natsuki pulled her into her lap and wrapped her lips around a stiff nipple.
Shizuru began bouncing when she was comfortable; she loved riding. It made her feel like she was in control. She squeezed her walls around Natsuki's length as their thrusts became more wild, both of them seeking more friction.
"Natsuki, please."
"Please what?"
Shizuru squirmed inexplicably. She yanked Natsuki's face closer to hers by her hair. "Please, fuck me."
Hearing Shizuru curse was like drinking gasoline and swallowing a match right after. She grabbed onto Shizuru's hips and began roughly rotating her own. Her thrusts were pointed and powerful, each penetrating deep and brushed Shizuru's G-spot every single time.
She felt so full, fuller than she had the first time they'd had sex and she didn't think that was possible. Until now.
Natsuki lifted her leg and bent it far back against her chest. She moaned, she hadn't truly realized how flexible Shizuru really was. She felt her climax quickly approaching and she found herself thrusting even harder.
"Natsuki, faster," Shizuru threw her head back and moaned as a drop of sweat rolled down her neck and disappeared in between the valley of her glorious breasts.
Natsuki rested herself on her elbows as she continued to fuck her girlfriend into oblivion. She thinks she'd addicted to Shizuru's pussy, her body, her lips, her everything.
She came moments later, once again filling Shizuru with her hot seed, but it was fruitless now; the deed had already been done. They always seemed to come at the same exact instant.
She rolled over and threw her elbow over her eyes, pulling Shizuru on her chest.
"You are going to be the death of me." Natsuki chuckled, playfully squeezing her butt.
"Ara, don't tell me this little kitty is enough to put the big bad wolf to sleep?" Shizuru crawled over her and grabbed her length again.
"If you're not careful," Natsuki murmured, "You'll have to stay home tomorrow because you can't walk straight."
"I don't want to be careful." Shizuru replied, lowering herself onto her member once more.
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Regan came home a few hours later immensely irritated and contemplating quitting her job and becoming a dope dealer. She literally worked from 9 to 5 with a bunch of idiots who belonged in mental homes not engineering facilities.
Her arm hurt like a bitch. One of the buffoons had singlehandedly managed to singe her forearm with the blowtorch he set too high and couldn't control.
The tattoo was ruined and she was furious about. The tattoo had been a gorgeous printing of her mother's name, and now it was reduced to a piece of burnt flesh and ruined ink.
Every time she looked at the bandage she fought the urge to find that idiot and strangle him with his intestines. She literally through her bag on the floor and stomped over to the couch.
However, before she could actually sit down, something stopped her.
It wasn't like a physical force or anything; more like a mental barrier. Like something was telling her not to sit down on this very couch.
"Huh," she muttered agitatedly, kicking the side of the coffee table for good measure. "Stupid job, stupid idiot, stupid couch!"
The enraged woman marched into the kitchen to make a sandwich. She paused as the sound of banging resonated through the loft. She looked up with a raised brow and an irritable smirk. "Stupid kid..."
"At least someone's having a good day," she said and went to the fridge to retrieve a few beers. Her day was far from great, but it was nothing a little 3 Doors Down and a bit of liquor couldn't fix.
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The next day Natsuki arrived at school alone.
"Hey, where's Shizuru?" Reito asked with a pout.
Natsuki hid her smirk behind a cough and closed her locker. She looked up at her girlfriend's tall, handsome friend. "Oh you know, pregnancy's got her a little weak in the legs." She whispered, and strode past him.
He frowned. Shizuru hadn't called him about complications. Maybe one had just arisen? Or Natsuki was being funny.
"Hey," He called after her, struggling to catch up with the agile teen, "Was that some kind of dirty lesbian euphemism?"
Natsuki grinned and rolled her eyes.
"Do you think they'll work on Tate?" He asked hopefully.
"Oh god," Natsuki groaned and took of in the opposite direction. Reito sighed and hung his head; no one wanted to help him seduce Tate! It was so unfair.
"Forever alone." He muttered, sulking all the way to his first period.
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Poor Reito.
Short chapter, I'm aware, but the next one is already in progress and will be up tomorrow around dusk (Pacific Standard Time)
Chapter Preview:
Shizuru spends a day with her girlfriend's eccentric father while Natsuki fends of Takeda's advances and Reito's schemes to turn Tate out.
Meanwhile, Chie plots to steal Shizuru from Natsuki with her irresistible "charm" and a new student causes complications for the lovely couple.
Will Shizuru be able to handle Regan's extreme Reganess? Will Reito succeed in his quest to make Tate his? Will Takeda ever take a hint?
Will Chie ever take a hint?
Find out next time on No Rest for the Wicked.
