Disclaimer: I do not own any part of Rosario Vampire. I am merely twisting the creators vision into my own dream. If the supernatural, sexuality, or violence is offensive to you, then you should not read this.
Chapter 54
As Tsukune crawled into his bed Monday night he couldn't help but think about how much stress he would have waiting for him in the coming week.. He was mentally and emotionally exhausted, and he knew he was not the only one who would be struggling with what lay ahead.
Tsukune and Kurumu had been able to find her bag, thankfully undisturbed where she had thrown it, but that would be the only thing to go easy all week. Just outside of the village they dismounted from Hiru and started walking. Tsukune liked keeping as low of a profile as possible, and riding an exotic motorcycle obviously built for speed would bring too much attention. When they arrived within the village, Tsukune had been dismayed to see about half of the residents out side, talking in small groups. He was all too aware that those students that were lingering out side all turned their attention on him as soon as he appeared.
"Kurumu," Tsukune said in a soft voice without turning to look at his friend. "I'm sorry. Can you see yourself home from here?"
"Alright," Kurumu answered with a small flash of disappointment.
"Thank you. I will see you in the morning."
"Good night Tsukune." Kurumu gave him a quick hug before hurrying off.
Tsukune was aware of her departure. He saw that she reached the safety of her own door even as he walked to his destination. He wanted to just disappear into his house, but first he had to see Moka.
Tsukune had to make a conscious effort to keep calm as he walked up to Moka's door. His emotions were a mess and he was worried about how he probably looked at the moment. He was almost to the front door of Moka's house when it suddenly opened.
"Tsukune," Moka cried out as she opened the door.
Tsukune saw the pink haired vampire and only had a heartbeat to take in her appearance. In that heartbeat he felt a sense of joy warm his heart and easy the tension and fear that had filled him. He saw that her eyes were red rimmed and her face was puffy. She had been crying. Tsukune only had a heartbeat to be aware of all of this because Moka launched herself at him. Catching him about the neck with both arms and hugging him tightly to her.
"Tsukune you're alright," She almost sobbed in relief. Moka allowed herself to enjoy the sensations of holding her Tsukune close. Se felt the warmth of his body and the smell of him. Her inner self almost purred in awareness of his powerful and distinct youki. "I'm so glad that you're alright," Moka said in a quiet voice. She finally relaxed her hug enough that she was able to lower her self so her feet could touch the ground.
"Moka," Tsukune breathed, his joy at being so close to her colored his voice. "Moka," He made his voice firmer, trying to sound more confident. "What happened? What's wrong?"
"Nothing's wrong now," Moka sniffed a little. "I was worried…" She was looking up at Tsukune with smoke eyes and a dreamy smile. "I…" She started to lean closer.
"Let's go inside," Tsukune said, pulling back from Moka a fraction. "People are watching"
"Tsukune," Moka hesitated. "Alright." She practically dragged him into her house by the arm.
Once the door was firmly closed she wrapped her arms around him again. Moka was aware that Tsukune had been protecting her image by reminding her that people were watching. Some things were inappropriate to do in public, or at least were in poor taste. She was very happy that Tsukune cared enough to be looking out for her. But the delay in getting what she wanted from him frustrated her. What she wanted from Tsukune was Tsukune. She wanted to be close to him, to feel and experience him.
"Tsu-ku-neee…" Moka breathed his name as she closed with him. She felt her arms slide around her and savored the closeness. She was not going to hesitate now. She deliberately pulled Tsukune's neck closer, happy that he didn't resist in the least.
Moka had known something had happened. Everybody under the barrier had to have felt that flash of wild Youki. Moka had recognized the essence that was Tsukune in that flash of power and had feared the worse. But now Tsukune was with her, safe and whole. As she closed her mouth on his neck she could taste salt on his skin. Then she broke his skin with her fangs. His blood was rich and hot in her mouth, and filled with his power.
Moka felt the heat of his blood as it went down her throat. Its heat reached to her center and filled her body. Moka experienced a sense of happy contentment, a feeling of joy. At the same time a sense of longing and desire flared through her. She was aware of Tsukune and wanted more. She wanted more of Tsukune. More of his blood. More of his power. She wanted to feel more of his touch and more of the taste and smell of him. Moka wanted to hear the beating of his heart and hear his voice. Deep inside of herself, Moka wanted more Tsukune.
It was almost too much for Tsukune. His emotions were all worked up and his mind was a jumble of thoughts. After what had happened with Kurumu, his youki was still running high. It had pure, wild instinct that had save his life earlier. That same primal self was still there, still close to the surface. Moka's presence and attention stirred his youki and threatened to wake Tsukune's primal self.
Tsukune held Moka close, enjoying her presence. She marveled at the feel of her body against his and wanted to hold her closer. Her sent was rich and sweet. The prick of her fangs on his neck only made the closeness of her all the more real. Tsukune could feel his own desire and longing for Moka climbing. He bent his head a little lower and inhaled deeply, savoring the smell of her hair, her body. His instincts and desires wanted more.
"Moka…" Tsukune's voice was a low growl as he struggled to find some rational thought to hold on to. She was so close. Her silky hair flowed down the side of her head, behind her delicate ear.
Moka was filled with sensations. She was focused on Tsukune with all of her senses. She didn't even take much of his blood. It was just the taste of it, the symbolism of the act that brought her joy. She continued to suck at his neck as an extension of her desire to stay close to Tsukune. And then Tsukune called her name.
Moka's eyes went wide. Tsukune's voice was a growl that sent vibrations through her being. Her legs started to tremble and her body suddenly felt hot. She felt an answering growl deep within her. Tsukune's hot breath was like a caress on her cheek and the side of her neck. And then she felt his lips. Tsukune's hot, soft lips.
Tsukune was on the edge of instinct and desire as he focused on the female in his arms. He closed his lips gently on the edge of her delicate ear. Tsukune was aware of Moka, aware of his feelings for her. His love, his desire… As much as he wanted Moka, he wanted to please her and protect her. He nibbled lightly at her ear even as his primal self made him growl with frustration at being held back by his conscious mind.
"Ahhhhh…" Moka threw her head back with a moan. It was too much for her. The sensation of Tsukune nibbling at her ear had pushed her over the edge. Heat and pleasure exploded though her mind and body. The tremors of pleasure reached to her inner self.
When Moka had leaned her head back it had pulled her ear from Tsukune's mouth. Tsukune found himself looking down on her face. Her face was flush and her eyes had a glassy appearance. Tsukune was aware that her breath was coming in gasps even as his own was ragged and deep.
"Moka…" Tsukune breathed.
"Mmmmm," Moka smiled, feeling a sense of warmth and contentment as she looked up at Tsukune's handsome face. She could see the flecks of red in his chocolate eyes and highlights of silver in his hair. Even as she was feeling content, her inner self was filled with hunger and desire. Moka slid her hands down Tsukune's back. His broad, strong back, as she let his embrace support her.
Moka's mind suddenly cleared. She became aware of something wrong as she touched Tsukune's back. Moka realized that her fingers had found his warm, living flesh where she had only expected to feel his clothes.
"Tsukune?" Moka said, suddenly clear minded and with a note of concern.
The change in Moka helped Tsukune recover his normal level of thought and self. With a suppressed sigh of regret, Tsukune eased his embrace, letting Moka stand on her own and take a small step back form him.
"Tsukune," Moka grabbed his blazer and pulled to turn him around. "What happened?"
"Ahhh," Tsukune let himself be turned about. "Well…" He tried to organize his thoughts.
Moka was shocked at what she saw. She had been so glad to see Tsukune alive and whole she had not bothered to notice the condition of his uniform. There were small tears in the sleeves of the blazer. His shoes were scuffed and scratched. Most alarming was that the back of his clothes. His blazer jacket, his shirt, even his undershirt, all the way down to his bare skin, his clothes had a pair of long ragged cuts from his shoulders down to his waist.
Moka ran her fingers down along the exposed skin of Tsukune's back. Touching his warm skin stirred her longing again, but her concern for him was far stronger.
"What happened?" Moka repeated.
"Well," Tsukune tried to think of a way to tell her. He didn't want to lie to her, or keep any unnecessary secrets, but he also did not to tell her about what had happened with Kurumu unless his friend could have a chance to explain things for herself. Tsukune suddenly had an idea. He turned back to face Moka slowly.
"Moka," Tsukune said carefully, looking her in the eye. "Please trust me. I want to tell you, but this isn't just about me."
"What do you mean?" Moka was filled with uncertainty and more then a hint of fear.
"Can I tell you tomorrow?" Tsukune asked. "After school can you come to my place with Kurumu. This involves her and she should have the chance to tell you her part of it herself."
Moka felt a flash of irritation. Tsukune was making her wait for an answer, for the sake of that succubus. She looked into his eyes, and saw her image reflected back. Looking into his face she saw his open caring for her, and for everybody I his life.
"Alright," Moka said with a sigh. "I can wait until you area ready to tell me."
"Thank you," Tsukune said with relief heavy in his voice.
Moka suddenly felt herself being thoroughly hugged. Tsukune's strong arms held her gently and close. She was aware of the heat and power of his body, and could tell that his embrace was about sharing his feelings. Waiting for an explanation, Moka decided, wouldn't be all that bad. Especially if it brought her more hugs like this.
Moka felt her desire and hunger starting to sir again. She didn't want to lose herself to them any more then she wanted to let Tsukune out of her sight. She kissed him gently and hugged him in return.
"I should let you go," Moka said a little breathlessly. "You will want to get cleaned up."
"Yes," Tsukune said. "Thank you."
Moka found it strangely thrilling to see the level of disappointment and longing in Tsukune's face as he stepped back from her. It was satisfying to se that he desired to be with her. She only wished that she didn't have to feel that same disappointment herself.
Tsukune collected the school bag that Moka had been holding for him and departed. Once out side, Tsukune paused to take some deep, calming breathes. With his primal self so worked up, it had been too easy for him to get excited by Moka. His emotions and his body were still worked up and it was making it hard for him to think clearly. He was aware of the emotions coming from Kurumu, and wondered at what his friend was going through to make her so excited at the moment. As he opened the door to his own house he saw Ruby, looking anxious, dressed with an apron over her clothes, pacing back and forth in the front room.
"I'm home," Tsukune said, trying to sound casual. He was aware of Hiru somehow slipping around him into the house soundlessly.
"Welcome home, Master," Ruby said with a happy and relieved smile. She took in his disheveled appearance and tense posture. "Dinner will be ready in a short while." Ruby said as Tsukune kicked of his shoes and closed the door. "Would you like a bath while you wait?" She asked with calculating eyes.
"Yes," Tsukune said with a sigh. "Thank you." He dropped his school bag near the door and started for his room.
Ruby saw an opportunity. She could tell that Tsukune had been worked up by his visit to Moka to get his bag. She had been waiting for another chance like this to come along.
In a rush, Ruby went into action. Her clothes nearly exploded from her body as she undressed in motion. She threw her clothes in a bundle into her room, having stripped down to her chemise and panties, before turning to Tsukune's room. She got there as he was still examining the damage to his blazer. Ruby saw how torn up his clothes were, but there was no blood, so she decided that investigating what had happened could wait until later.
"Let me help you, Master," Ruby said in a carefully calm and soothing voice. She was careful to stay out of his direct line of sight as she relieved him of his blazer. "And was Moka alright?" She asked.
"What?" Tsukune questioned. "Why do you ask?"
"I could feel your youki," Ruby told him. "I would expect Moka would have felt it to, and she would be worried about you." It was a calculated comment o Ruby's part. She wanted to keep Tsukune's attention off of what she was doing, and keeping his mind on Moka helped the witch to get past his guard. "I knew she was holding your bag from class. Did you have a good visit with her?" Ruby kept talking as she helped Tsukune with his buttons.
"Ahhh," Tsukune said, thinking about his brief time with Moka. "Yeah."
"I image that she was glad to see you," Ruby continued. "You are very important to her. Once final exams are over you should take her on a date."
"A date?" Tsukune mused. "Yes…"
"Maybe a nice picnic to watch the sunset," Ruby encouraged as she guided Tsukune to sit on the edge of the bed. "Just the two of you." She had his shirts off, and his socks followed as soon as he was off his feet.
Tsukune was distracted by everything that was running though his head. Ruby talking about Moka did not help his concentration any. With as worked up as he was, it was easy to imagine the pleasure of holding and kissing Moka under a sunset. He was aware of Ruby helping him undress for a bath. He knew his clothes were a mess, and that he had worked up a sweat. Her body was close enough to him for him to feel the heat coming off of it. Tsukune remembered how warm he had felt just a little while ago while holding Moka.
Ruby was close to Tsukune. She was so close that she could hear the changes in his breathing as he distractedly thought about his cute vampire girlfiend. Ruby had Tsukune's pants off.
"I wonder what kind of soaps Moka likes," Ruby asked the carefully calculated question. "What does she smell like when you hold her close?" The witch's voice was low, little more then a whisper.
Tsukune was worked up and thinking about Moka. He had not had the time to spend with her over the weekend that he would have liked. He knew he would have less time with her in the coming weeks because of the coming final exams. Ruby's soft voice was calm and relaxing.
"Close your eyes and try to recognize the smell of her soap," Ruby prompted. When she saw his eyes close she made her move.
Tsukune tried to follow Ruby's voice, hoping it would calm him down a little. He closed his eyes and tried to remember all he could of Moka's scent. There was a sweetness to it that made Tsukune think of a warm autumn night. There was a warmth on Tsukune's face, and a hint of strange space in the air. Soft lips touched his in a heated kiss.
Tsukune felt a jolt of surprise as he realized he was being kissed. He opened his eyes and saw Ruby's face. Her eyes were closed, he cheeks were flushed and dark hair shined in the light of the bedroom. Tsukune's heart sped up and his body became warm. His longing for Moka, his primal hunger ran hot. Even as he felt Ruby's hands touching his thighs Tsukune responded to his instincts.
Ruby prayed that Tsukune would forgive her for her assault. She longed for him, to be close to him. Her longing had been worse after she had been forced to stop sleeping beside him. Ruby knelt between his legs carefully. She didn't want to alarm him with her actions. Ruby leaned in close, breathing faster with excitement. She kissed Tsukune, and hoped he would not be too angry with her as he slid her hands up his thighs.
Ruby felt Tsukune moving, and felt a jolt of fear. She expected him to reject her, again She knew she would be pushed away again. She had hoped to make her moment of stolen pleasure last even a few seconds longer as she felt Tsukune's hands come up. One of his warm hands cupped the side of her face, the other was at the back of her head. She knew her moment was over.
"Ah…" Ruby tried to gasp in surprise. Tsukune's hand had grabbed a fist full of her hair painfully tight. Her weak gasp was cut off as she was pulled force fully into a kiss.
Ruby's eyes snapped open. Tsukune was looking into her eyes even as she looked into his. She could see the flecks of red in his iris and black, thorny lines in the corners of his eyes. His kiss was without his usual gentleness. There was no hesitation. It was all about his need. She could feel his eyes piercing into her mind, consuming her thoughts the way his kiss was talking the strength from her body.
Ruby didn't understand what was happening, but it thrilled her to the very core of her being. Her Master was dominating her with his strength and will. He was talking what he wanted from her without hesitation, as was his right. In that moment all Ruby wanted to do was surrender. To give pleasure to her Master. She finished sliding her hands up Tsukune's hard thighs. Up, under the legs of his boxers, reaching for him. Ruby's hands sought out her Master's flesh.
Tsukune was filled with hunger and desire. His conscious mind was drowning in emotions. He could feel desire and excitement and love, but he was not able to decide what belonged where, or to whom. He was aware of the satisfying sensations of forcibly kissing Ruby even as her hands felt cool against his flesh. He wasn't sure what he was doing or why, but in that moment he did not care. He just acted.
Ruby was filled with excitement. The kiss of her master was so forceful, so complete that it made her weak. Suddenly Tsukune pulled on her hair hard. The kiss was broken and Ruby heard herself moan with disappointed longing. The grip Tsukune had o her hair hurt as he pulled her head back and to one side. His other hand slid down to her shoulder then over it to the small of her back. One had pulled he in while the other pulled back. Ruby was aware of how strong her Master was as he treated her so roughly. Her head was forced back, forcing her to arch her chest forward. Her posture was one of submission, of being dominated. In spite of all of her desire and trust, there was a moment of fear as Tsukune bent himself forward.
Tsukune felt a rush as he bit into Ruby's flesh. His mouth had sought out the smooth skin at the base of her throat. His lips had closed upon her as his fangs broke the skin. He tasted her salty-sweet blood on his tongue.
Ruby gasped in surprise. Pleasure and pain stabbed though her. Tsukune was bit her and was sucking hard at the base of her throat. It was a mix of sensations and emotions that made her hands tighten their hold upon Tsukune where they caressed him.
"Yessss…" Ruby managed to hiss through her pleasure and pain.
Tsukune felt a wave of pleasure rush through his body. It was a primal sensation brought on by all that he was feeling and brought to a peek by Ruby's hands. It was a level of satisfaction that Tsukune's primal self welcomed as he reached a point of release. He clenched down a moment longer before relaxing. He released his hold on Ruby and leaned back letting his mind go numb as he rode out the receding waves of emotions and sensations. He was distantly aware of Ruby removing his boxers. He didn't resist. After she left the room Tsukune just sat on the edge of his bed for a moment, catching his breath. Finally, he gathered himself together, for a trip to the bath.
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Moka had watched Tsukune leave with mixed feelings. She didn't like that something had happened without her being there. Or that he was hesitating in tell her about it. But he had been clear that he was not acting out of any desire to hurt her. He had been clear that he respected her. She knew he would have told all if she had insisted, it was that level of trust that they shared that made him all the more precious to him.
Once Tsukune had left she retired to her room to think things through. She let herself fall upon her bed as she considered what she knew. In the privacy of her room, she found the quiet cal she needed to hear herself.
"Tsukune is changing," Inner Moka observed.
'I'm worried about him,' Outer Moka replied.
"He is growing stronger. I could feel his power."
'So could I. Something happened to him. I am afraid of what is going to happen.'
"I am not afraid," Inner Moka said with confidence. "He is becoming more powerful." Her voice was thick with approval, and something more. "This is what we want."
Outer Moka did agree with her inner self, at least enough that she could not think of a counter argument. She though about Tsukune's brief visit, remembering his strong arms around her. When she had been close to him, aware of him, she had not felt any measure of worry or fear. And when he had…
"That was very bold of Tsukune," Inner Moka commented as he outer self remembered the nibble on her ear. "He is fortunate that he only did that to you."
'Oh really?" Moka thought that her inner self sounded envious.
"Do you know what I would have done," Inner Moka growled. "What I will do if Tsukune tries to do that to me?"
'You'll melt into his embrace and wish for more,' Outer Moka said without hesitation. She remembered how it had felt. His strong arms holding her close, is hot breath then his soft lips, then the gentle nibble on the edge of her ear.
Moka started to feel warm again. Tsukune's gentle strength had surrounded her as the power of his youki had made her feel alive. Her memory of the sensations were clear and fresh in her mind. Her inner self, roused by Tsukune's earlier visit, was all too aware of the sensations Moka was remembering. She also remembered how it felt to be with Tsukune. Her inner self remembered being with him in the past, when his warmth and power were as available to her as his flesh and blood. Inner and Outer Moka shared a sense of desire and longing that enflamed their body. Together, yet apart, they lay on the bed. Their mind embracing fantasies of being with Tsukune ash their hands reached to sooth their heated flesh.
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Kiyo was in her youkai form, coiled upon her bed, whimpering. She had heard Moka call out to Tsukune and had peeked her head out to see if she would be able to share a friendly moment with him. When she saw the pair embrace, Kiyo had decided to not disturb them. Instead, she had watched from the hallway.
Tsukune and Moka were too concerned with each other to notice they were being observed. Kiyo had watched Moka as she bit into Tsukune, and saw the way he welcomed it. Watching the two, Kiyo could clearly see the passion and intimacy that the pair shared with each other. As close as she was, Kiyo had been able to feel Tsukune's youki. Its power had made her warm. She could taste his scent on the air; it was stronger then she was used to. His handsome face had been so filled with passion. Kiyo wished he would look at her with a eyes like that.
When Moka had moaned out loud, Kiyo wisely withdrew. She had quietly retreated to her room and carefully closed the door. It was too much to bare. She shed her clothes and human form as she moved onto her bed. She looked at her poster of Tsukune, that he had signed for her, and remembered that look of desire in his eyes. He raised a taloned hand to her scaled breast while the other slid down her abdomen. She touched herself roughly with one hand and gently with the other as she imagined what it would be like to have Tsukune so close to her. The memory of his face, the feel of his youki, and his scent in the house were all too real. As good as she could feel by herself, Kiyo whimpered with longing. She lost herself in the pleasure of her daydream even as she wished for the real Tsukune.
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Kurumu almost danced from her front door to her bedroom. As she passed Enya she smiled and did a little twirl. Once she was in her room, Kurumu threw herself upon the bed. Her thoughts were of Tsukune.
Tsukune had come for her, twice. Kurumu thought back to when she first met Tsukune. He had been a cute but shy boy she had wanted to seduce just for the fun of it. She had tried to use him to satisfy her pride, causing him pain at the though that he had hurt Moka. She still felt a little guilty about that, because even thought she had treated him so badly, Tsukune had stood up to Moka, the Inner Moka, to protect her. That was when she had first seen something special in the boy. Tsukune, the boy that saw Kurumu the Succubus as a person, and not as a sexual thing.
From that day onward, Tsukune had been a friend to her. She had only though that being a friend meant that she was not important enough to him to be more, and she wanted to be important to him. And then she had been in trouble, and Tsukune had come for her. Tsukune cared about her enough to risk his life. He had chased after again when she had been upset and reckless, wanting to protect her from herself. Just remembering that made her feelings of love and desire for Tsukune swell within her.
After she was safe… After Tsukune had let whatever power it was that he carried within him transform him so that he could pursue her, he had not scolded her or looked down on her. Once again she blessed Moka for keeping Tsukune away form her until she was ready to see him as more then just another boy thing. And she cursed Moka for being first to reach Tsukune's heart.
Kurumu lay on her bed and though of Tsukune. She remembered his strong back as she held him close for the ride back from the sea cliffs. She remembered the feel of his youki and the smell of his warm body. As she thought about Tsukune she could feel her awareness of him. It was a trade off Kurumu accepted. For as long as that piece of her soul survived within Tsukune, Kurumu had realized, she would be aware of him. It was a special connection with Tsukune that no other woman could match.
Kurumu could tell that Tsukune was just across the street. His heart was beating hard and fast. She could not feel his emotions, but she could guess. He was probably with Moka, Kurumu though with some jealousy. Kurumu wished she could make Tsukune's heart beat like that. Make his breathing quicken. Love and jealousy flowed and ebbed within her breast. Her own desire for Tsukune being left unsatisfied frustrated her. Kurmu distracted herself by going to her secret notebook. She didn't write out any plans this time. Going to an empty page she drew a picture. It was a little crude maybe, but it was a picture of Tsukune with his new-found wings spread. She added a doodle of herself, with her shorter wings, flying beside Tsukune. She smiled. That was something else she had with Tsukune that Moka did not.
Kurumu admired her little drawing for a moment. As she did she noticed through her awareness of him that Tsukune was calmer. He had moved a little, she thought. That should mean that he was back in his own house. Kurumu felt a touch of jealousy that Ruby was there, but it did not have the heat that came with thinking about Moka being with him. Ruby had found her place in Tsukune's life. While it was a place that Kurumu would have accepted, it was not in the way of her having something better. Besides, if Tsukune wanted a servant, all he had to do was call Kurumu by her True Name and she would be all his.
Kurumu felt her love and desire for Tsukune swell again. She thought about him and felt though her awareness that his heart was quickening again. He didn't have that kind of relationship with Ruby. Ruby's own frustration was evidence of that. Could Tsukune be thinking about her?
Kurumu thought about it for a moment. He had been at Moka's but he wasn't there now. Could he be remembering the feel of her against his back? He could feel her emotions. He had said so himself. Could she feel her love for him? Kurumu pressed her hands to her breasts, remembering the feel of having them pressed against his strong back. With her eyes closed she could smell Tsukune on her clothes. Kurumu wondered if Tsukune could feel her love and her desire, her longing for him.
Kurumu moved to her bed. She pulled off her sweater and stuffed it with a pillow so she could hug it. She hugged her pillow close, smelling Tsukune on her sweater and concentrated on her awareness of him. His heart was beating strong and fast. His breathing was ragged as if laboring hard. Kurumu remembered the one time she had felt that blast of Lust from him. Was he lusting for her at that moment, the way she hungered for him? Kurumu pushed a hand into her blouse, under her bra. As she stimulated herself, Kurumu willed Tsukune to feel her love and hunger for him.
"Tsukuunneeeee," Kurumu cied out into her pillow.
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Ruby laid naked on her bed. Tsukune had gone to bed after eating his fill of her cooking following his bath. He had not shown any signs of being angry with Ruby. She had not even noticed the signs of guilt he had shown the last time she had managed to touch him to bring him pleasure. If anything, her master had appeared distracted.
Once Ruby had seen that her master had reached his bed safely, she had sought out her own. She lay naked in the dark, remembering the touch of her Master. She had felt pleasure from his attention, and rejoiced, but she had been left unsatisfied. Tsukune had pulled her hair, but she had wanted more. As she lay there she remembered the smell and the feel of him. The power in his hands as he controlled her. The feel of his mouth on her as he took from her. She remembered the feel of his flesh in her hands as she gave him what pleasure she could.
Once Tsukune had spent his tension, Ruby had collected her prize before he could stop her. Once she was out of his sight, Ruby had brought her hand to her lips. She was rewarded with the flavor of his pleasure. She had to clean herself up and be presentable to serve her Master his evening meal. But now that he was abed in his room, she was free to indulge in the guilty pleasure of rewarding herself. From under her pillow she pulled out trophy. The simple garment into which Tsukune had spilled out his seed. Ruby was dizzy with excitement. The scent of Master was hers to enjoy. She could enjoy the feel of her hands upon her body in place of his as she savored his scent.
Ruby loved Tsukune. She loved his gentle, caring way of looking after his friends. She only wished that he would be less inhibited with her. She wanted him do be stern and demanding. She wanted to be subjected to his will forcefully. Thinking of her Master, savoring the scent of what he had to give, Ruby touched herself. She pinched, and twisted, and prodded her own tender flash until she had to bite down on her own knuckle to muffle her cries as she reached her satisfaction in the dark.
