Rosario + Arrival of Moka's mother CH 37
At the Aono house, Ageha went to the door, prepared to charm the daylights out of some policeman and convince them no one here knew anything, and everyone had been here the whole day. Grabbing the knob, she got a sudden wash of monster power. Whoever was on the other side of this door was not human. Had Moka's father come to check on her?
"Greetings," Ageha said pleasantly as she opened the door to find a woman and an older man smiling at her.
"Greetings," the middle aged woman replied. She looked like a normal, well dressed Japanese woman with short dark hair and brown eyes. "I am Akashiya Taka, Moka's mother." Gesturing to the man, she said, This is Kobayashi Hedeki, Moka's grandfather. You must be Aono Kasumi?" she asked.
Ageha knew illusions when she saw them. Neither of these people truly looked like what they were presenting to her. They were very strong, they were obviously monsters, and she had a suspicion they didn't even give their correct names. It was possible they were lying low, so she didn't dispute their claims. "Ahh, no. I am Kurono Ageha, Kurumu's mother. Won't you please come in?" she said.
Moka's mother came in first. Kobayashi Hedeki stopped at the doorstep and and offered Ageha a gentle smile. "Mrs. Kurono, is the owner of the house available? Not that you invitation is questionable, but I do like to hear it from someone who lives here."
Koji came out from where he was watching. "Greetings, Mrs. Akashiya, Mr. Kobayashi. I am Aono Koji, Tsukune's father. Please, come in and feel at home."
Ageha watched as Koji greeted them and guided them into the living room. Moka, who had been soaking her hands in a pan of herb-purified water, got up and hugged her mother. Hedeki noted Moka's reddened hands. He grasped her hand to study it, then asked with a raised eyebrow, "My dear Moka, where did you get into holy water?"
Moka blushed. She told them what happened. Hedeki listened then asked Koji, "Sir, may I use your telephone for a moment, please?"
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Tsukune lay in the bath resting on Kurumu, who made sure her breasts were proper pillows for him. Strangely though, she only held him with one arm. While her left arm washed and rubbed him gently, she kept her right arm down to the side, hidden from view.
"Is your arm OK?" Tusukune asked he tried to turn and look.
"Fine," Kurumu said quickly, and pulled him back in place. "Your back still looks sore. Does it still hurt?"
"Feels weird, but no." Hearing a slight sob come from her, Tsukune looked up at her face. Tears were in Kurumu's eyes. "You are still hurt." he stated.
"The pain in my arm is gone," Kurumu said.
"Then why are you crying?"
Getting a blubbery look on her face, Kurumu said, "Tsukune, I am so sorry! I ... I ran away when you were in danger ..." she then burst out in real tears.
Getting up to sit facing her, Tsukune said, "You saved yourself and Mariko. Exactly what I would want you to do." Pulling her to him, he hugged her. "You saved a child, you did what you had to do. I would do the same."
As Kurumu hugged him back, he noted her right arm felt... rough. He tried again to get a look at it. Kurumu quickly put her arm behind her back. With a nervous grin, she wiggled her large breasts and asked, "Isn't there something else you'd rather pay attention to?"
"Let me see the arm," Tsukune said firmly. He'd seen something on her arm, but he hadn't gotten a good look at it. Krumu looked down and kept her arm tightly against her back.
"I'll see it sooner or later," he coaxed.
"That's what I'm afraid of," Kurumu whispered.
"Why?" Tsukune asked in confusion. "If you're hurt, I want to know."
Kurumu shook her head, "You don't want to see it. It's ugly. I ... can't be ugly.. not for you. I already failed you once."
Becoming irritated, Tsukune grabbed her under her armpits. He pulled her up as he rose to his knees, bringing them to kneel close together. "You did not fail me!" Tsukune said angrily. "If anything, you acted bravely and saved Mariko. If you are hurt, I want to know! So show it.."
"NO, you won't want me anymore!" Kurumu cried. "I'm suppose to be perfect, and this ... it's so ugly.."
"Kurumu!" Tsukune said harshly. He made her look at him. "I don't love you because you have a perfect body. I love you because you are caring, because you are my friend, because you took that little girl under your wing and do your best to make her life better. What your arm looks like will not affect how much I love you. Now show it to me."
Teary eyed, Kurumu gazed at him. "Tsukune," she said weakly.
He pulled her arm up and looked at it. All along the top of her forearm, skin was missing. Across one side, he could see bare muscle and tendons. The muscles sported ugly black spots. Tsukune swallowed. She was right about the ugliness. Her wound looked like someone had hit her with a blowtorch.
"Can you make love to me, knowing this THING is holding you?" she asked weakly.
"OH, sweetie," Tsukune said in a breath. Gazing at her watery eyes and pleading look, he felt sorry for her. To a succubus, her perfect body was her greatest treasure. He could say her arm didn't matter to him until he was blue in the face and it would make no difference. She felt like she was undesirable. She felt ruined.
Tsukune released her arm and cupped her face in his hands. "I do love you, my Kurumu," he said gently. Then he kissed her. He didn't give her a peck on the cheek or on her forehead. He gave her a serious lip-lock.
Kurumu moaned and hugged him tight as Tsukune put her against the wall. Her legs came up to wrap around him.. Her wings and tail came out to enfold him.
Breaking the kiss, Tsukune kissed his way down onto her chest. Kurumu cooed with joy as he took a nipple in his mouth, pieced it with a fang and sucked as he rubbed against her.
"Ohh... ohhh..." Kurumu gasped softly as her eyes fluttered. "Ohh ... Tsu.. kun... EEE!" She whimpered as she thrust back against him, trying to get him inside her. "Take... me!"
Tsukune did. Hand on her butt, he lifted her up, slipped inside, and lowered her to drive himself in. As he slowly stroked in her, he kissed her deeply again, shifted to kiss her neck, then sank his fangs in and sipped her delicious blood.
Something was different. Sex with Kurumu was normally great, but now it was somehow more amplified. Tsukune wanted to go slow, but his body demanded he pound into her hard. He felt and tasted every little bit of her like nothing before. He licked her neck, then began slamming into her. Kurumu bounced from his thrusts, gasping out sweet little sounds as she held him tight.
Kurumu's grip tightened as her soft cries with each breath became frantic. Her insides seemed to pull on him, holding him in as deep as possible. They rocked in orgasm, then Tsukune sagged down to sit with Kurumu in his lap, her head on his shoulder.
Panting from exertion, Kurumu said vacantly, "You kissed me."
"Yup," Tsukune said in an exhale. Petting her hair, he said, "You're my wife, of course I'm going to kiss you."
"You didn't kiss me just to.." she couldn't finish that thought. For Tsukune to willingly become her sex slave just so he could continue to love her was not what she wanted.
Tsukune let out a short chuckle. "You're worried you charmed me? That maybe I'm your slave now?" he asked.
"Yes," Kurumu said in a tiny voice.
Tsukune pulled her back to look into her eyes. "Too late for that," he said with a grin. "Both you and Moka have already charmed me. I will always do what is best for you, and give you whatever I can. So you see, your special charms no longer have any effect on me." He then gave her another quick kiss and said, "Let's see if Ruby can to something about that arm."
As they got out of the bath, Kurumu looked at her arm. "Tsukune," she said, and showed her arm to him.
Tsukune petted her now smooth arm. Her smooth and unblemished skin looked like nothing had ever happened to it. Cracking a grin, he said, "Well, at least we know how to heal you."
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Moka sat with her hands in a bowl of mud. Tiny flecks of herb peppered the mud. "We have to heal Tsukune's back. Spread it on, then wrap him in plastic wrap?" she mussed. The only other option she could think of was to have him lay in the mud.
On the couch beside Tsukune's mother. Taka let out a light laugh. "No, my dear. Tsukune will need a more intense treatment." Looking at Kyoko, who was watching then, she said, "Tsukune will need the help of human blood."
"Huh?" Kyoko asked as her eyes went wide.
Quickly, Moka asked, "Mom, he can take some from me, can't he?"
"Your blood was why he was affected to begin with," Taka reminded her.
Kasumi gapped at Taka. "You want Tsukune to bite Kyoko?" she asked.
Offering Kasumi a smile, Taka said, "Correct. Although I know as a mother, you would rather take on this task to help your son, I highly advise against a mother feeding her son, or vice versa."
Summoning up her courage, Kyoko said, "If it will make Tukkie well, I'll do it."
"But!" Moka said in protest. Looking down, she tapped her mud covered fingers together and blushed as she said, "Mom, does Tsukune really have to?"
"Don't you want him to be healed?" Taka countered.
With a worried look on her face, Kasumi asked, "Kyoko, are you sure about this?"
Kyoko nodded. "It's to help Tukkie, right?"
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Tsukune went to see how Moka and her mother were coming with Moka's burnt hands. Taka explained what she wanted him to do as Kyoko sat bitting her lip.
"You want me to bite Kyo?" Tsukune asked with a squeak.
Furrowing her brow, Taka said evenly, "This isn't food, and it's not sex. Kyoko is the only one here who can help you. You need her blood to heal."
"It's OK, Tukkie, I know you won't hurt me," Kyoko said as she cast him a small grin.
"But, Kyo ..." Turning to his mother he said, "It's Kyo..."
"Perhaps we should get some strange girl off the street, then?" Taka asked harshly.
"NO!" Moka cried in anguish at the thought of Tsukune doing THAT with a stranger.
Kyoko got up and stood to face Tsukune. "It's all right," she said, then hugged him. She tipped her head to the side and put a hand on the back of his head to pull him in place.
Moka shut her eyes and bowed her head.
This close, Tsukune could smell Kyoko's blood. It smelled like candy to him, so sweet, so pure. "I'll be as gentle as I can," he said quietly.
Tsukune sank his fangs in. His mother gasped, Kyoko stiffened in his arms. He sipped slowly, relishing her sweet taste. He also didn't want to draw too fast and make her pass out.
Kyoko's eyes widened, then fluttered. "Oh, Tukkie," she said softly. "Ohh... Ohhh Tukkie!" She then gripped him harder as her legs clamped together. "Ohhh Tukkie!" she cried in a squeak. She gripped his head as her body shuddered, holding him in place as she let out another squeak.
Tsukune never wanted to stop sipping this delicious treat. It sounded like Kyoko was getting scared, so he pulled his fangs out and licked her neck to ensure no blood was wasted. Pulling back, he asked, "Kyo, are you OK?"
Kyoko shifted her hold, gripping a shoulder, her other hand on his chest. Panting, she gulped a few breaths, then looked at him with a vacant gaze. "Tukkie," she said firmly. "NEVER do that with your mother ... and if you need it again ... never do that ... with anyone but me, understand?"
Moka sniffed out a sob.
Kyoko released Tsukune and wobbled over to squat in front of Moka. "Moka, I am sorry. I didn't understand before. I do now. I won't ... not unless he needs it."
Moka nodded and cast her a hurt looking smile.
Kyoko got up and stumble-walked to the doorway, saying, "Excuse me, I have to go change."
Kasumi shot up and helped her niece. "Kyoko, did he take too much, do you need to lie down?"
"I'm fine Aunty, I just need to change."
"Ohh, you peed yourself in fear," Kasumi concluded.
"No Aunty."
"Did any blood get down your shirt or something?"
"No Aunty."
They left, Kasumi still trying to comfort Kyoko.
Seeing how sad Moka was, Tsukune offered, "I'm sorry, Moka."
Taka let out a huff. "Tsukune, sit by Moka and take your shirt off. Moka, put some of that mud on his back.
Tsukune did, facing the place where Kyoko had been sitting. He hoped she was going to be fine.
From down the hallway, Kyoko cried, "He gave me an orgasm, OK?"