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V^^ Flying High ^^V
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Inner Moka sat quietly against the trunk of a tree outside what had been deemed their cave in Paradise, staring up into the blue sky. Over in the field next to her, Ruby was taking the time to show Yukari the various workings of sunflowers while they studied the possible effects of being grown so quickly, and the vampiress noted how carefree and happy the two looked at such a simple pleasure. Kurumu had convinced Tsukune earlier on that she needed to teach him how to fly with his new wings, and just watching him learn how to flap them correctly was enough to make her laugh. This was all done with his shirt off of course, else he rip it to shreds with his impressive wingspan. Kurumu may be able to make hers split cleanly through the back, but he didn't want to wreck his shirt any if he could help it. Not like they were complaining about his solution. She had contented herself with being a spectator in the proceedings, as he tried and repeatedly failed to lift off. That she could see his chest muscles bulge and ripple as he did so perfectly from where she was had nothing to do with her location. Now he, Kurumu, and Rei were but specks in the sky as they weaved around each other, as they had for the past hour, and she could practically feel his confidence growing as his maneuvers became increasingly daring.
Kokoa was napping with her head in her lap, and Moka wasn't going to say anything against it. The shade was rather inviting, and after what they had done, or more specifically after what she had been unable to do, the reassurance was comforting to the younger vampiress. Just last year Moka might not have allowed her to do such, but she had since learned, and in fact was still learning the incredible value of family. Letting herself be seen doing something like being a pillow to another was fine around those she…cared for. Last she knew, Mizore was sitting right above her on one of the branches doing exactly what she was, surveying the sky, and the peace of the moment between family made her close her eyes and thank whoever heard her first and only prayer those months ago. This didn't go unnoticed, but then again she often wondered how much actually escaped the gaze of her snow woman companion.
"What're you thinking about?" Mizore asked softly.
She sighed. There were so many ways to answer that question, and were she her old self she never would have considered responding truthfully, or at least with the whole truth. In this case what she was thinking about directly related to the quality of that answer. "I was just…looking at us. Look how peaceful this is." The ice maiden hummed her reply, and Moka lowered her eyes sadly. "…And I can't believe I made every effort to throw it away."
Even from below, she knew her friend's pale blue eyes were on her with the intensity of a hawk, but she also didn't disagree with her. "You're such a tsundere, you know that?" she stated casually, just before the silence became uncomfortable. It was said with such perfect precision that Moka couldn't even find it in herself to be indignant, instead she wanted to hear the explanation for it. Mizore heaved a sigh of disappointment. "Moka, we've been together morning, noon, and night every day for the entire month. That's pushing even our usual standard. As much as we're typically together over a year, how often have we actually talked? We were either doing something, going somewhere, or fighting over Tsukune. I missed him terribly, all of us did, but with him gone we really…connected. We talked, we played, we fought, and do you think over all that time that we wouldn't come to understand each other better? You and Outer knew other vampires might come, and the more she explained the life that was expected of you, or a vampire in general, I got to see more behind who you are. You were so scared of what he meant to you, scared of losing the only other thing you had been taught and held on to for so long that you didn't know what to do. Keep it, or give it up for the better option he gave you, and in your fear you made your choice."
"My pride," she whispered bitterly. Another hum told her that was exactly what the other woman was talking about.
"You did everything you could think of that could salvage it and still get what you wanted, but in the end you had to give it up to him first anyway. I'm sure that fight was the most difficult thing you've ever done in your life, and I don't mean the actual fight you two had. You changed, Moka. From that day on you were different. You fought tooth and nail to keep that pride of yours, but when you let him in you showed how much of a woman you really are. Then you let us in too, and I'll tell you right now I think more of you now than I ever did in first or second year. When you allowed yourself to give it up, you earned pride more than any vampire's; you gained our pride. Behind that hard exterior of yours, you're nothing but a big softy."
For the second time that day, Inner Moka's skin glowed red. "Aren't you chatty today," she grumbled.
"You could say I'm a lot like you," the violet-haired teen replied simply in her usual gentle, clipped tone. "I'd rather observe than be noticed, but here I can talk and know everyone around me will accept my opinions whatever they might be. For you, I can show a part of myself no one else will see."
Any animosity slipped away despite her protests, and she could only chuckle lowly. "You're as annoyingly insightful as Ruby."
Mizore gave an amused 'hn' back, before she startled the vampiress by saying, "That's not the only thing bothering you. It's part of it, I can tell, but there's more."
She scowled up at the branch the snow woman was sitting on. "As I said: annoyingly insightful. I was getting to that." Exhaling slowly, she turned back to the sky, where her paramour still frolicked. Why was this so hard? "Today I did something nearly as rare as choosing a blood-mate: I adopted four monsters into my Clan. And why? Because I can't fathom my family without you. I love Tsukune with all my heart, and now I can…I can feel his love for me. How much he loves me…I'm not certain I'm even getting all of it with how weak our bond is right now and it kills me that I tried to push him away. When he looks at you and the others, I can feel it there too. When he says 'I love you,' he means it with every breath in his body. You all mean a lot to Omote and I…and now whenever I look at you…"
"You wonder if you love us like Tsukune." Flushed crimson, Moka nodded abashedly. Rather than answer her verbally, the blue-eyed beauty relaxed back into the tree, watching her loved ones fly above. "Did you know Kurumu was there with me and Tsukune?"
The silver-haired woman laughed. "Yes, I suspected as much."
"We talked about it quite a bit beforehand, you know. We just wanted him to do something, and we figured both of us teasing him would be more effective than just one. Then she told me that she was sure her meeting Tsukune wasn't the only meeting in her life that was destined to be. She told me she would never think of me as a 'backup lover' if it did come to that, since she would always consider me a real lover. At first it was hard for me to come to grips with, but you know, then I realized she was right. When we went with Tsukune it wasn't as two women wanting a cheap thrill by being with the same man, it was as three lovers, and we made love."
"And that didn't bother you at all?"
Mizore would have shrugged had her friend been able to see her. "Nope," she countered concisely. "I have a question for you: can you see her?"
With Rei being the most identifiable of the flyers, the smallest one was easy to spot too, though not with any detail. "Barely."
"That's a good answer, because I wasn't talking about seeing her right here. What is she?"
"Do you really need me to tell you?"
The snow woman rolled her eyes. "It was a rhetorical question. We all know she's a succubus, but do you know what that means? She's a youkai born for intimacy. Not just for lust, but for contact—love. My first kiss was stolen by a man I didn't know and would never love, and like so many of my race I was expected to have a child with him. I would sooner die, and I showed you that. She caught me though, then she kissed me too. She showed me a kiss by someone you cared about wasn't a bad thing; she cleansed me. Against him I couldn't do anything… He was too strong…he touched me even though I didn't want him to. With Tsukune it was the exact opposite. I knew he was strong, yet he touched me like I could break under his fingers. I wanted him to touch me, and he did only because he knew that. She was right there and I never felt like a third wheel, I was part of it."
She sighed deeply, letting the better memories overpower the bad ones she had dredged up to make her point. "You don't know what a succubus is until you see them be what they were meant to be. I knew how much she was holding herself back and I went in to love her as much as I would Tsukune. No disguises, no barriers, surrounded by the love we gave her and giving it just as completely…she was beautiful. I can say this now because just like she loves me, I know I love her. Tsukune is the only man I want to be with and the only person I want to father my children. If I couldn't have him, I don't think I would go back to the Snow Village and let myself be soiled for the 'greater good' of my kind. Like Yukari said, no one can compare to what we've fought to make for ourselves. We call each other names, but if Kurumu wouldn't have me either then I'd probably just hide, live out the rest of my life as the snow women of old were said to have, alone in a mountain somewhere. I wouldn't call myself bisexual, more like for certain people it just wouldn't matter to me." She chuckled. "Okay, I guess that does make me a little bisexual."
Moka swallowed heavily. "I…you've all done more for me than I could ever repay. You held Tsukune together when I came so close to breaking him, and you forgave me even when you had every right to want me dead. I know Tsukune loves me, but before we fought he told me straight up that he loves each one of you too. I couldn't argue with that even then when I was still trying to preserve my pride. I knew he loved you and I knew he had every right to, and then my only fear was I wouldn't be one of you when he showed you that. I was stupid, I was arrogant, I was nothing but a flat-out bitch, and I promise you if it takes me the rest of my life I will make it up to him…and all of you."
Tinkling laughter, like chimes of ice, sprinkled from Mizore. "You'll be able to say it eventually. I love you too."
V^^^V
Up in the air, Tsukune almost fell out of the sky when a myriad of emotions not his own rocked through him. There were too many to identify individually, and no one feeling stood above the rest in the combined confusion to make it any easier to tell what had affected her so. Before he had time to dwell on that, rushing through like a soothing wind that tangle of confliction was scattered and left only those which he knew all too well. There was relief, there was happiness…there was love. The last was the weakest, the most perplexed, but in it there was what he could only describe as hope, and in that hope he found himself smiling. He had no idea why he was smiling, but it felt right.
Of course, it was only then that he noticed in his sudden contemplation he had stopped flapping his wings, and the ground was a lot closer than he remembered it being a few seconds ago. He was eerily reminded of what his beloved succubus had done to help him fly at the beginning of their impromptu 'lesson.' As he stretched the wings wrought from borrowed blood, he whooped with glee as they filled the air and propelled him up in a controlled arc that cut through the wind like an arrow, so smooth compared to his prior attempts in the hour. Which, again, brought him back to how he had been 'taught' to fly.
It had started out so nicely too. He had been walked through the motions while still on the ground, discerning what was what about the aerial additions and how to control them. That hadn't been so bad, in fact it was downright enjoyable, especially with the way the rest of his family had been looking at him. Things had gone south quickly from there. Kurumu had stated flying was something only learned through experience, and she had done all she could by helping him figure out how to flap properly. She had then conned him into a ride on Rei to better understand what he was going to do, and when he said he didn't get the point of the exercise…the nut had pushed him off!
For a moment, just a moment, he had panicked. What self-respecting man wouldn't? He was falling! It hadn't taken long for him to remember a similar time, when it had only been he and his familiar in Paradise. He had people that would catch him; they wouldn't let him fall for long. Calmed, his brain inputted the sensation of wind against body parts, parts no regular man would have, parts he had specifically for this purpose. The strain on his muscles was incredible when his membranous wings had flared open, tense almost to the point of snapping, but then he was flying. Flying! He had been flying with Rei, naturally, and he enjoyed it immensely, but nothing could compare to flying under his own power. Kurumu had been glared at but she clearly didn't care, as both she and Rei had been too busy laughing at the look to be intimidated by it.
That was then; now they had been flying together for the past hour, and while Tsukune was getting progressively more comfortable in the sky, it would be a long time before he was to their level. As it was, he was doing well for a novice, but the stark reality was merely thinking about something different had stopped his wings from flapping, and that meant he was still far too green. When they weren't swooping or sailing to preserve their energy, Rei and Kurumu could hover like it was second nature, treading air with their wings like a swimmer would tread water. They didn't need to think consciously about doing it, they just did. On the other hand, he definitely needed more practice.
It was yet another skill he could add to the ever-expanding list of things that would be beneficial for him to learn. While useless in the human world since he would have to be disguised at all times, during battle with fellow youkai it could be priceless. Flight was exceedingly uncommon among monsters, and for every one that did have the ability, there were far more without. Just being able to at all was a boon; mastering it would be a blessing even if he didn't know all the scenarios where it would come in handy.
Kurumu was delighted to have company up with her that didn't require her to carry them, and showed that with every movement she made. In a show of her prowess she startled him with a peck to his lips in the middle of the tight loop she was performing around him, sailing easily between the beats of his wings. As he straightened to try and find her she shot up from below, crushing him into a loving hug and sealing her lips much more securely over his. He openly moaned into her mouth as she demonstrated yet another thing she was significantly better than him at. Her kiss was hungry and forceful, deeply probing and positively mind-blowing. How she gained half the expertise she used so easily despite having very little practice—that he knew of anyway—never failed to baffle him, but he wasn't about to complain as long as she kept teaching him. It was the one thing definitely learned best through experience, and he would hit anyone who dared claim otherwise.
How he was still in the sky after that he had no idea, but if it proved to be a way to keep his mind occupied and his wings working, he had just found his favorite way to hone that particular skill. There was only one way to find out, so with a smirk on his face he tugged his pleasantly surprised succubus back to him and put her lessons to work. A shiver shot from the tips of his toes to his hairline when he felt thin fingers run over one of his now pointed ears, and just like that she was able to deepen the kiss and gain control. Not just tongues tangled in their embrace, with their forms tails were able to as well, and the sensory overload was more than enough to make his pants feel uncomfortably tight. Conscious thought left him at that time, and eager for further contact, he grabbed the firm swell of her rear and pulled her flush to him. At her ensuing moan he retook dominance, and her nails dug into his sides as she readily accepted his advances and ground herself into the bulge she was so pleasurably pressed against.
Some part of his mind not completely overridden with lust figured that if he didn't fall out of the sky after that, then he may have just beaten his previous problem in record time. An eye cracked open just to make sure that they were, in fact, still above the ground, and to his relief he found that yes, they were. Further testing would be required to make sure, so he promptly went back to the woman rubbing herself suggestively into him, but by then he had just as impatiently started rubbing back. He could smell her arousal growing, heady and thick to his sensitive nose, and he wanted nothing more than to embed himself inside her and make her scream her delight to the upper atmosphere.
They both groaned when a large shadow temporarily darkened the sun and reminded them they weren't alone.
"I thought she had grown out of this phase," Kurumu bemoaned as she lightly smacked her head into her love's scarred chest.
"We did ask for it," Tsukune admitted awkwardly. "We shouldn't have started when we knew we weren't alone."
"At least when they aren't people we can ask to join in," the succubus grumbled.
The young vampire could try all he wanted to not think about the things those words conjured, but that effort was over before it even started. That was only added to the desire she had flooded into his system, but he could control himself. He had done it before, he could do it again. Nonetheless, leaning over to her ear he whispered, "Maybe later. This time I want it to be about you and only you."
She flushed scarlet as fresh heat gathered in her core, and once again she cursed a certain interrupting reptile. "That pool of yours wouldn't happen to be cold, would it?" Why she was asking that couldn't be clearer to the other teen.
"Try being in my shoes. I can't shower, making a cold bath may be easy for me but it just isn't worth it, since to top it all off cold has just about stopped bothering me altogether! Heck, I could probably go for a walk with Mizore in a blizzard in only shorts and a t-shirt! Doesn't do much for me anymore I'm afraid."
"Aww, poor baby," she cooed. "It's too bad you don't have a succubus around to help take the edge o—oh wait…"
He glared playfully at her. "Yeah, it's too bad I have a succubus giving me that edge in the first place, and where it's impossible to take any of it off too." His whole body shuddered when she unashamedly groped him through his pants.
"You know I'll make it up to you though, right, Tsuku~ne?" she sang heatedly, and licked her swollen lips when she saw his fangs extend. She knew the allure of a succubus was more than just mystical, it was and always would be physical in every sense of the word. She was becoming increasingly aware of her heritage with every passing day, ever since she had given herself wholly to her Destined One, but her sexual nature would forever be only for a select few. Flaunting it was perfectly acceptable to her, she was proud of who she was, but a look was all everyone else would ever get. The effect he had on her was just too instinctive to ignore; her body ached for him and it made sure he knew that.
As if responding to her thoughts, he ducked his head down and inhaled deeply from the crook of her neck, longingly dragging his sharp fangs over her sweaty flesh, right where her pulse pounded the loudest, but shook himself free from the scent with the last dregs of his willpower. "Later," he croaked hoarsely, "definitely later."
She was going to hold him to that. Literally, if she had to.
"Come on," he said, "let's go back down. I'm starting to get sore from all this flying."
She had to quickly hide her smile, which was easy since she was already concentrating on lowering her arousal. "You've done really well; when I first started I couldn't stay in the air for over ten minutes at a time. We've been up here for a good hour and a half now."
The ego boost was clear on his face, and while they were gliding to the ground, Kurumu was inwardly rubbing her hands together in glee. She would be very much prepared for later.
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To her great dismay, she forgot about the other problem that would come with the one she was already anticipating. Fatigue. Tsukune's first experience with flying had gone flawlessly, but vampire or no, he was still susceptible to exhaustion, and by the end of the day he had a legitimate reason to be too tired to move, as much as she hated to admit it. She really should have cut their lesson short when he could have still gone on comfortably, but there was nothing she could do about it now.
Though the girls had been staying with Ruby so far over their vacation, Kurumu had only wanted one body beside her that night, and with that option gone, she had decided to just stay in her room. The conundrum of Rei's lodging had fixed itself when the dragon and Yukari had stated they would be rooming together, for a little while at least, and while it was a good solution, what the two could come up with if left to their own devices filled them all with terror.
On the other side of things, Tsukune expected to fall asleep the second he hit his futon, once again in its rightful place in his room. Try as he might, sleep just would not come to the weary vampire, and it took him a second to figure out why. It was startling to realize that ever since break had started, he hadn't slept alone in all that time. Rei was a constant companion in either of her forms, a source of heat and reassurance. His first night back he had practically passed out, but even then she had been in his lap, and what was more he had awoken to not just his familiar, but all of his family as well, while Moka had been with him the next night. By himself, the sandman eluded him, and with each passing minute displayed by his digital clock, Tsukune became more frustrated. After two agonizing hours, he sucked up his pride and snuck out of his room, invisible before his door opened.
It was as a bleary-eyed charm mistress that answered his gentle knocks, clearly plagued by the same predicament he had found himself in. "Who's there?" she mumbled.
He wasn't about to risk being seen, no matter how unlikely it was. "Would you mind if I came in?" he replied softly, still concealed.
Her addled expression instantly became focused. "Tsukune?" She shivered when his hand ghosted down her cheek to alert her of his presence, and she smiled warmly soon after. "Couldn't sleep, huh?"
He had never been so glad to be invisible, not even when he was hunting, because his blush would have surely lit up the hallway. "If I say yes will you let me come in?"
"What? Don't like the idea of getting caught in the girl's dorm in the middle of the night?"
"Now that you mention it, yeah, that doesn't sound like too much fun. It's a good thing that right now you're just the crazy person talking to herself to everyone else. My camouflage isn't foolproof, but in this lighting it might as well be." Given his tone, she suspected he was smiling toothily.
She pouted. "You call me crazy then you want me to let you into my room? You must think I'm some kind of succubus or something that wouldn't care about anything as long as she got her Destined One into her bed." That said, a sly grin formed on her face. "Lucky for you I am!"
Slowly, his outline defined itself from the darkness and filled in, revealing her lover's equally amused expression. "You enjoyed that way too much."
Her grin took a decidedly sleepy turn. "I haven't been able to get to sleep…I'm so tired anything's funny to me. I was just about to sneak back up to Ruby's room as it is."
He could certainly relate to that. "I'm really sorry, Kurumu; if I did what I should have done I wouldn't be here now, mostly 'cause I'd already be here. I guess…I know I said sorry but…well—what I'm trying to say is…"
She shushed him with a tender finger over his lips, nothing but understanding as she always was. Her hair was mussed, her eyes were thick with fatigue and she was wearing nothing more than a shirt that barely covered her panties, but her smile still made his chest tighten. She really was a fantasy come to life, and not for the first time did he marvel at how their lives had turned out. She didn't need words to tell him his request was granted, she simply pulled him in by his hand and directed him to their destination. Deft hands rid him of his shorts, so in only his boxers he waited for her, and when she shucked her shirt to join him in undress he wasn't that surprised.
What words were there to describe a succubus in full bloom, ripe with love? He could only think of one: breathtaking. There was no makeup to hinder her natural beauty, though she only used it sparingly even during the day. She was a succubus, she was beyond such petty things. She would use it, of course; every advantage was a good advantage, but she would never rely on it. That she would allow him to see her like this, tousled and tired, half naked and positively magnificent in the paltry streams of moonlight coming in through her blinds, she just took his breath away.
Sliding into place next to him, their bare skin pressed flush as she moved to make his chest her pillow. Curling up under the covers with each other as company, everything felt right.
"I missed it too, you know?" she sighed drowsily. "All this time we've been sharing one space, and I didn't think of what I'd gotten used to. I missed going to bed by Mizore, knowing I'd probably wake up holding her. I missed the light smell of Ruby's room, Yukari's little snores, Kokoa's sleep-talking. This whole month I've missed you, but with them around it was easier. When you left for bed I was disappointed, but I thought it'd be just a short sleep and I would see you again. I walked into my room and suddenly…it just…didn't feel the same anymore. I thought I could ignore it; now I know I was trying to fool myself. You don't need to feel ashamed about needing someone, because we all need you just as much, hmm?"
He kissed her forehead as he pulled her closer. She understood. Kurumu may not ever be considered 'smart' in the scholastic sense, though she was getting better, but she had a gift in one of the only things that truly mattered. His only way to respond was with a hushed, "I love you."
And to her, that was what counted. "I love you too."
Despite the desire by both to just lay in the comfort of one another, within moments darkness claimed them.
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Most teenagers, of either the human or monster variety, shared in the common trait of staying in bed until noon when school didn't beckon. Of course, most teenagers didn't spend most of their summer break getting up early so they would have an entire day to train, which meant that Kurumu's internal alarm woke her up long before her actual alarm clock would have. A quick glance at said clock told her that her body had only allowed itself a little extra sleep to compensate for her previous insomnia, but all things considered she felt just as good as if she had slept the whole night through. She would put money on it being because of her pillow.
Speaking of which, he had just muttered something and tightened his grip around her, and that she greatly enjoyed and only snuggled in closer. It had been too long since she had been held like this. She craved his warmth, yearned for his touch, simply needed him. Waking up to Mizore and the others helped to numb the sensation, but truth be told even over their month-long sleepover it had felt like there was a piece missing. They all knew it too, and they knew what it was. It was him. His laugh, his smile, his presence; he was as much a part of them as they were of him, and with him gone they had needed the focus the training promised, otherwise she didn't know what they would have done.
That was of no consequence anymore. He was back, and more importantly she was skin to skin with him, naught but two articles of clothing separating them from what else she wanted. At that moment, she didn't mind waiting a little longer. With her cheek pressed against his chest, she could hear his heart beating, strong and steady, just like with their closeness his scent was all too tempting, and she could only draw it in longingly. From within, her repressed libido ached for relief, only made more prominent when she trailed her leg up his thigh and felt his morning 'condition.' She salivated just at the thought. There was so many things she could do, and she was sure he would appreciate each and every one even with how he was going to wake up. That part wouldn't be very pleasant, she knew that from experience. She had years of practice under her belt and her body was already accustomed to the strain certain muscles would be under—he had no such benefit. During Inner Moka's training he certainly used and developed them, but they wouldn't be used to working in tandem or in such a way. It was probably only because of that training that he had even been able to stay up as long as he did in the first place.
Fighting the urge to strip off his underwear and give him a wake-up call to remember, she contented herself with the plan she had come up with the day before. It was pointless if vampires proved to be beyond that kind of pain, but from what she had gleaned from watching Moka during her spars, they weren't, and she was counting on that. Knowing Tsukune as she did, it would turn into a situation for reciprocation and then things would really get interesting. So, as much as she hated leaving his comforting hold, she maneuvered her way up and out of the covers, but not without a quick peck to his tempting lips.
Like he knew she was no longer by him, she hardly had time to chalk the ward circle onto her wall before a loud, and most-assuredly distressed, groan hit her ears, and when she looked over her shoulder she saw Tsukune flopping back to the bed after trying to get up. She giggled when he slurred, "I didn't think anything could match Inner Moka's Training of Doom. I stand—err, lay—corrected."
"How bad?" she asked simply.
Most of her question was answered when only his eyes moved to see where she was. "Oh there's pain, more pain, even more pain, and a bit of agony thrown in there for flavor. I haven't hurt this much since…you know, I just realized I have way too many examples for that idiom to work right." Her giggle turned into a full-blown laugh, and he glared at her pathetically. "Did you know this would happen?"
She rolled her eyes. "Tsukune, I told you I could barely last ten minutes when I first started. Do you think that stopped me from going again as soon as I could? The next day I could hardly move! Mom knew it would happen to me because it happened to her, and she used the chance to…teach me something," she purred, and he gulped at the look she was giving him. If he didn't like that look so much it would be unnerving.
"Um, what?" he squeaked, then quickly coughed to clear his throat.
With a deliberate sway to her hips, knowing he was staring all the while, she moved to her cupboards and picked out a bottle she had been waiting years to use on him. "You better tell me now if you need to use the bathroom, because you are mine for the next few hours otherwise."
Whether he had managed to adapt to the discomfort or it was an innate ability of all males when presented with a promise of carnal pleasure was up for debate—whichever it was, he managed to fight against gravity until he was seated awkwardly on the side of her bed. "You don't have a bathroom," he noted with dawning unease.
She grinned. "No, but I have a room very close to the bathrooms, and a lover who can become invisible on command."
The groan when he realized what she was insinuating was purely for his dignity that time, not out of his body's aches. She seemed to know what she was doing though, and was prepared to assist in a problem she herself had had before. Right then he wasn't too proud to admit he needed her help, especially if he wanted to do anything later on in the day, as he had promised Noriko and Isao.
Surprise of surprises, Fate gave him a break and everything went smoothly, with Kurumu playing interference just in case, but his taxed muscles were burning when he finally collapsed face first back onto her bed. Willing what he had just done to the farthest reaches of his mind, he barely noticed Kurumu moving him into a more comfortable position on her bed, but that stopped when she pulled off his shorts yet again. He was long past caring at that point, however. He had faith in her, and he was hoping whatever she did next at least alleviated a little of the strain. He tensed instinctively when his back was squirted with liquid, but its consistency and the lack of pain proved it wasn't water. That was blown from his thoughts when lithe hands started coaxing it into his skin.
"Oh dear God," he moaned appreciatively, and out of the corner of his eye he saw her beaming at him.
"When I say I know my bodies, I mean I know my bodies," she explained demurely as she dug into a particularly knotted cluster. Tsukune didn't even try to answer her, he could only make another inarticulate sound of pleasure. It hurt too, there was no saying anything against that, but it felt too good to focus on that minor detail. "It's funny, when Moka wanted to learn how to fight, Inner thought it would be best to focus her on pressure point strikes, but they didn't think to ask me if I could help. Between her and Kokoa they had it covered, but still, not asking a succubus about a body? I guess I'll just have to teach you instead." She received a brief murmur of agreement as his body continued to go limp under her skilled fingers.
"It's pretty simple if you leave out all the medical mumbo-jumbo Mom says they go into in massage therapy. It's all about feeling what's wrong and knowing which muscles need to be relaxed to help it…which is medical mumbo-jumbo, but we'll get into that later," she realized with a nervous chuckle. "Nerve clusters are actually pretty amazing, some are in places you'd never believe would be able to affect the other parts of the body, but they do. Take this, for example," she said as she briefly left his back and moved her oily hands to one of his feet. Her grin came back with a vengeance when he started squirming as she rubbed her thumbs into a particular spot. "Don't worry, it's perfectly normal to get aroused during a massage." Moving back up, she licked the edge of his ear seductively while he tried to adjust himself inconspicuously, but she would have none of that and reached down to help him. "In fact, I'm counting on it. So you just lay back and enjoy what I do to you, lover, before we get to the good stuff."
Who was he to argue with that? Even if he did want to, she might stop her massaging, and that was the last thing he wanted. Kurumu was a never-ending source of hidden potential that would always amaze him. He knew her, he loved her, but every now and then she would show another part of the mystery of who she was and he could only fall deeper in love with her. She was a proud creature, proud of her body, proud of her heritage, proud of the effect she had on men and women alike, but when she loved she loved with her entire being. For such a proud and absolutely dangerous woman, around those she loved she was the most empathetic person he had ever met. If she only applied herself more in her classes she would make an excellent psychiatrist or nurse, even a doctor, but he knew she'd probably go into something like modeling. It was perfect for her after all; no photographer in the world would be dumb enough to turn her away.
It was hard to focus on anything but her magic hands as they ran over him, easing the stress of his muscles none too innocently. She was sexual in everything she did, and more than once did he feel the bare softness of her large breasts pressing against his back as she moved her whole body into him. When he felt her tug at his boxers he didn't even think twice, he just let her remove them, but he still felt his face heat up when she dragged her fingers over his butt with a satisfied purr. It was his turn to make that sound when she started working on his legs, ever so slowly rubbing the oil into them one at a time, expertly playing with the nerves she found there. Her voice was hushed to a tone of liquid lust as she carefully detailed what she was doing, why, and what else it was good for before moving on, leaving him painfully hard and yet wonderfully relaxed at the same time. It didn't help that he could smell her own arousal growing by the minute, enveloping him in her distracting pheromones, demanding he roll her over and sate the primal demands she was sending out.
Then that breathy voice was right by his ear, and it asked, "You want to try?"
His responding, "Hell yes," was more of a growl than it was in the spectrum of human language, just as her grin was more of the feline variety, and one that had just caught the proverbial canary at that. Getting up was significantly easier for him after what she had done, and she leered at him hungrily when his engorged manhood was exposed to her perusal, but gulped when she saw the look on his face. His breathing was deep and tightly controlled, his eyes half-lidded and lustful, but perhaps the most telling feature was the length of his canines as he drank in the image she made. With her full bosom and most of the front of her body glistening with oil from where she touched him, fantasy no longer did her justice, but he simply couldn't come up with another word. He would have to show her instead.
Reaching for the bottle of massage oil, he motioned for her to lay down, and nearly choked when she slid off the only article of clothing she had on before doing exactly that, thus giving him a perfect view of her naked backside. His hormones were screaming at him to take the opportunity she was so willingly giving him, as was his aching arousal, but he wouldn't, not until he had paid her back.
"Do you need me to walk you through it again?" she murmured into her pillow, but rather than answer, he generously doused his hands with the lightly scented lubrication and slowly started coating the skin of her back.
Truthfully, the drawl she had used to inform him of what her actions were for had ensured that he would never forget them even if he tried, but he also had another thing he could rely on to make sure he didn't screw up. Stretching that sense outward, he felt her under his fingers, felt how her muscles had been stressed during flight, but more than that it expanded until he knew everything ailing her just as it was meant to do. The second part of that sense would be to take those within himself, but he held the urge back. He was going to do this the old fashioned way.
He started where the knots where the most obvious, between her shoulder-blades, gently caressing the pads of his thumbs over her silken skin. Most would likely be surprised at the iron bands of sinew he felt beneath it, but he had long known of her strength, and after finding out just what it took to fly he had a whole new appreciation for the times she had carried more than one of them up with her. She really was an incredible woman.
"Mhmm…Tsukune…don't be afraid to use…MHHm…more pressure. I'll tell you if it hurts," she mumbled, and her loud moan when he took her advice went straight to his groin. He swallowed thickly as he desperately ignored the fact that they were both very naked and in a position that would make utilizing that nakedness very easy. Distracting himself with the constant flow of information telling him where she most needed to be attended, he slowly worked his way up her neck before starting the trail down, grinding the heels of his palms into problem areas that needed a more broad approach. The longer he grazed his hands down the contours of her voluptuous body, the more he came to realize he enjoyed doing so. It was no surprise, really, when he thought about it. He loved doing things that brought his lovers pleasure; that he loved how they tasted was an unexpected bonus. Just the same, the breathy gasps and guttural groans she gave as he coaxed her tangled tendons to relax was every bit as gratifying as if she was the one pleasuring him.
When he got to her feet she inhaled sharply, bouncing suddenly stiff, but when he showed no sign of stopping she positively melted into her bed with a sigh of profound bliss. The salve made his work effortless, and the slight cramping he felt in his hands was made worthwhile with every noise she made. He wasn't content until he was sure every inch had been covered and stroked to the satisfaction of his extrasensory kinesthesia, which had Kurumu begging for him to turn his attention higher. For that he took his sweet time; she had a body that demanded it be worshipped, and he wasn't about to let it go without. Though short in stature, she was no less of a work of art, and her mewls as he trailed back up her legs made his erection ache.
His senses tunneled, every one focused on her, and he was forced to lick his suddenly dry lips when he felt the soaked folds of her womanhood. His fangs throbbed in his mouth at the succubus so freely presenting herself before him, going so far as to lift up her hips beseechingly into his hand, and when he slipped a finger into her dripping core, her sharp cry as she clenched around the digit tore at the last limits of his restraint. It was right then that he remembered he had no reason to restrain himself, which was emphasized rather unmistakably when Kurumu abruptly transformed, splaying her shivering wings out around her, but more importantly allowing her tail to wrap around his waist and press him insistently against her. With him all but fallen over her she had no way to get up, but that didn't stop her from grinding his arousal into the slippery cleft of her ass with the prehensile appendage.
"Tsukune~!"
Only a brief moment was taken to steady his arms on either side of her lest he crush her fragile wings, then after much too long the succubus and her vampire were one again. She let loose a soundless wail as her lover plunged into her waiting depths, and heard him hiss savagely behind her before he began in earnest. They had both had enough of the slow exploration that was their massages, now was the time for different needs to be met. A succubus' lust met the force of a vampire's instincts, and she could only bite her pillow and scream with joy as she dreamt of feeling the full untamed fury that his rosary contained. From their position his every stroke sent spikes of electricity up her spine and down her toes, mercilessly assaulted the sensitive walls of her entrance as only the shallow penetration could, and with her small size and his impressive girth she was being rubbed all the right ways.
Her breath was coming in ragged pants as she jerked with every new spear of stimulation, and she trembled when she felt his lips trail down the leathery skin of a wing. It was such an unusual feeling if she was being honest with herself; her wings weren't used to being touched, but because of that the unused nerve endings lit up spectacularly under his gentle affections, even as he was far less gentle in his thrusts. That was exactly how she wanted it, and she screamed as she worked a hand under herself to attend to her throbbing clit. As much as she loved their current position, her precious jewel went neglected and she was dying to feel him deeper.
"Tsukune! Oh g-god, Tsukune! Please, more!"
Not about to let that request go unheeded, he fixed himself in place and pulled her up with him by her hips, earning a gurgled shriek as she was simultaneously brought to her hands and knees and filled with his entire length. Her mind shut down. The orgasm caught her unprepared as she drowned in the breathless euphoria, where she felt like she could only weep in joy as he pressed on, ravaging nerves crying for more just as she was vocally.
She had been wound tight with need, and while Moka complained, the vampiress seemed to forget that she had been the last one to enjoy their lover before his absence. As a succubus, knowing what she was missing and craving it was pure torture, but neither her memories nor her fantasies could compare to what she was currently going through. It tore at her throat, crushed down on her lungs; it sent her muscles into convulsions and rose bumps on her flesh. She was stretched so beautifully she never wanted the sensation to end, and yet all of that was secondary to the knowledge that it was her Destined One doing it to her.
The room echoed with wet slaps as their slicked bodies met almost viciously, the only other noise the duo's sounds of rapture as they continued to seek completion. For Tsukune, that kept getting harder to hold off the longer they went on. Kurumu's constant pleas for harsher treatment taunted his darker nature relentlessly, her unintelligible moans stroked his ego higher, but what her body was doing to his was by far the biggest contributor. She was squeezing him incessantly, demanding his release, and her heat would not be denied. Propping one foot up for leverage, he picked up the pace yet again, slamming into her with as much force as he was able, and she howled in delight as he bottomed out inside her again and again.
Just watching her was hard to take. She was simply gorgeous, and it was easy to see where succubae got their legends. Black wings quivering of their own volition, attached to a body too impossibly seductive to be human; demonic tail wrapped imploringly around his waist, sweaty sapphire hair stuck to skin shimmering with clear oil; even what escaped her lips sounded unearthly. He could easily picture such a beauty demanding his soul in payment.
Suddenly that same tail that had been drawing him ever closer was pushing him away, so however reluctant he might be, he still withdrew. She turned on shaky legs, eyeing him hungrily, and sat him down with both hands on his shoulders. "Enough baby, I need to see you," she crooned lustfully, and slid herself back onto him with a shuddering sigh. Pelvis to pelvis, chest to chest, she wrapped her arms around his neck and started a deep, languid kiss as she began rocking her hips back and forth. The balm over their bodies made the motions smooth even with the amount of contact between them, which was as much as they could possibly have. Before, speed and force were driving them to the edge, now so close, that had been replaced with pressure and intimacy, drawing out that agonizingly wonderful trek to climax.
"Kurumu…ah damn it…god…!"
Damp bangs pasted to her forehead as shook out her hair and smiled. "You like that, Tsukune? Do you feel as good as I do?" He hissed his answer as she gyrated on his lap, and as he did she noticed just how large his fangs had gotten. Truly, lust and bloodlust were only separated by a very thin line to a vampire, but she wanted that too. Sitting as they were, her clitoris was finally receiving the attention it so desperately wanted, and combined with the constant depth he achieved so effortlessly she was swiftly approaching that peak again. This time she didn't want to be alone in that. "Come on," she whispered hotly, "I'm so close. Bite me, slake your thirst. Come with me, Tsukune."
She felt him start to tense up beneath her, and with a strangled cry that vaguely resembled her name, he sunk his fangs hard into the side of her neck and gave in to the siren call. His breath locked up and his muscles tensed, unintentionally crushing her to him as much as he could as her blood flowed down his throat and his essence flowed into her. He felt her gasp, felt her clasp to him, trying to bring herself even closer than he was already making her, and in that second something changed.
He was within her body, tasting her blood, feeling her power, and then he could feel her feeling him. Wings burst from his back as his tail instinctively sought out hers, and then he knew what was happening. She was seeking out his youki, and in doing so the one most like hers had jumped to the surface.
"Take it," he rasped into her neck. "I can't use it anyway; just take it."
The first time she hadn't known what she was doing, had no idea that she was unconsciously siphoning off his energy. Riding high on the waves of bliss crashing through her, she was dimly aware of something beyond herself as he spoke. It wasn't like sight or even sonar, it was the tiniest hint that she was no longer alone in spirit, a connection, and one she could exploit. When she did, she bucked in place and muffled her scream into his shoulder. It had opened wide at the slightest prodding, and unlike before where she hadn't felt it at all, she could only describe the following rush as orgasmic. That explained why she wouldn't have noticed it the first time. If she was doing it unknowingly it could only come through a trickle at a time, and Mizore and Tsukune had made sure she was never totally in control of her own faculties.
They sat on her bed, shaking, as they slowly came back to themselves. As their heart-rates steadied and their breathing evened out, brown eyes met violet and gradually, grins broke out on their faces. They shared a chuckle as they leaned forward to lock lips, and in a flash the passion was relit. Exchanging quick pecks as their hands started wandering again, Kurumu couldn't help but smile as she took in the large black wings behind him and felt his tail rubbing her own.
"Up for another round?" she asked impishly, and he smirked as he shifted, alerting her to what was still inside her. "I'll take that as a yes."
With a glance at her clock, Tsukune's smirk widened. "Oh I'm sure we have time for more than just one round. After all, I have a lot to make up to my brilliant succubus."
Her smile was dark and lustful as she licked her lips.
"That you do, vampire. That you do."
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Yukari woke up panting, soaked in sweat and grinning like a fool. Her sheets and pajamas would need to be washed but she just couldn't bring herself to care. The dream had been even more intense than last time, but she didn't know if it was because of the ferocity of the act itself or that the magic behind it had become stronger. She suspected it was a little of both. If that was what she had to look forward to, she was eagerly anticipating it. At least she had a great way to wait out the years.
A sharp inhalation reminded her that she wasn't alone in her room, and she looked over to see Rei had shot out of her futon, clutching at her chest as she tried to force air into her lungs. Her dark skin was as damp as the young witch's and her gray eyes were darting around the room, likely looking for the source, only to realize it had all been in her head. Not that she was unaware of the cause however.
The disguised dragon fell back to her pillow and ran a hand through her platinum hair as she willed her breathing to slow. She certainly knew why the coral-eyed sorceress had made such a blissful racket now. Willing her newly ignited jealousy back down where it belonged, she couldn't help but identify further with the little witch across from her. They weren't kidding themselves, each knew the other was attracted to Tsukune, so of course their topics of conversation over the night had quickly devolved into the telltale squeals of a slumber party. For Rei, it was a truly unique experience, and one she was quickly coming to love. There was really only one thing she could say.
"Incredible. To think, magic such as that is possible…"
What she didn't say was louder than what she did.
Her friend chortled as she wiped the sleep from her eyes. "It's certainly something else, huh? A succubus' mind magic can get pretty powerful, especially if they get to the Nightwalker level like Kurumu." With a mighty yawn, she rolled over. "Now if you don't mind, I'm gonna try to get some more sleep before we have to meet up with the others. You might want to do the same."
Rei quirked a brow tiredly. "While I agree with the decision, I feel the need to ask…why?"
Yukari smiled into her pillow as she shut her eyes. "Rei, you've been with Tsukune for how many weeks now? What do you remember about his stamina?"
The cocoa-skinned girl practically dove back under the covers.
She chuckled inwardly. Ah, it's so nice to have someone sharing my pain ~desu!
For now, dreamland beckoned.
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For another, she doubted she would be able to get back to dreamland anytime that day. She was only thankful she hadn't screamed in rage when she awoke, otherwise she might have woken her sister, the ice maiden, and the older witch, and she had a sinking feeling that if she did that she might have been forced back into unconsciousness. Her sister could be extremely protective of her time with her blood-mate, nocturnal conjuration or not.
Kokoa rested her forearm over her eyes and groaned softly. As much as she hated to admit it, she had needed that. Getting out of 'lust' with someone was harder than it seemed, especially when they were so damn good at getting at the itch she hadn't been able to scratch no matter how hard she tried. It looked like she was going to have to start donating her blood on a more regular basis if she wanted to keep from going insane, but she would kill for it to be to anyone other than him.
Then again, it was her exposure to him that had spawned her frustration to begin with. It was his bite that had shown her a height of pleasure she hadn't even known was within reach, and a succubus-made experience that involved him to show it wasn't a one-time thing either. Of course, then he had to go and keep proving that he could do more than just that to her already infatuated hormones. The boy had made her beloved sister admit to loving him, and if that wasn't enough, had fought not one, but two vampires, sealed, just to demonstrate she didn't need to do everything like she had before
She would kill the bloody moron if she didn't want to bed him so much!
Her eyes widened. ARGH!
She should kill the bloody moron for making her want to bed him so much!
She groaned again. It sounded better, but wasn't really. It was like wanting to kill chocolate because it tasted so good!
Speaking of tasting good, she hadn't enjoyed his blood in a while either…
ARGH!
It was going to be a long day, and an even longer night.
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Author's Notes: Thanks for reading! If you have any questions or just want to talk, send me a line. I wouldn't object to you filling in that review box either.
'Til next time!
Sabr