A Very Happy Elf
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A Very Happy Elf
A Very Happy Elf
By Kagehoshi
Mamori felt like crap, of course she would never say this out loud since it was very rude to curse, but nevertheless it was exactly how she felt. Her head was spinning, and she felt incredibly hot, and considering it was the middle of winter that wasn't a very good thing. She blinked and shook her head, as she was approached by two very distinct Sena's, her vision cleared and thankfully only one Sena stood before her.
“Mamori nee-san, you don't look so good maybe you should go see the school nurse.”
She smiled warmly at her childhood friend and softly shook her head.
“No it's ok Sena, school is over now, I'll just take some medicine and rest for awhile, I still have some work to do for the Football team.”
“Nobody will be in the clubhouse for a while, Hiruma has scheduled another practice so everyone will be on the field, get some rest Mamori nee-san.” Sena said a bright smile on his face.
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Hiruma was in a foul mood, of course this was normal, but unlike most times he could not attack the source of his annoyance. It was flu season and the damn bug was decimating his team. He stormed across the school grounds, after having given up on his barely standing teammates. What's the point in practicing when the entire team couldn't even stand upright? Hiruma kicked the door to the clubhouse open and stormed in, all set to let loose his rage on whatever inanimate object was available. However a very tantalizing sight greeted him and Hiruma paused from his path of destruction to contemplate the scene before him.
Mamori Anezaki was currently fast asleep on the clubhouse couch, her face was flushed and her breathing was slightly raspy, and she was an incredibly messy sleeper. Mamori had twisted and turned so much that her uniform shirt had ridden up, exposing her stomach and allowing the bottom half of her bra to peek out teasingly from the bottom. And to make things worse her skirt had twisted up as well, exposing one long creamy thigh to the stressed out Quarterback.
“Fucking Manager.” Hiruma grunted and moved forward towards the couch, as he neared he noticed a bottle of medicine nearby and cussed fluently to himself, The damn manager must have gotten the fucking flu too. Hiruma thought as he stood over the peacefully sleeping girl. The picture she made as she slept quietly almost drove Hiruma over the edge, he was a man after all and the picture of sensual innocence presented by the Football Team's manager was almost more than he could handle. He reached out and roughly shook her shoulder, trying very hard to keep his libido in check.
“Hey, you fucking manager!! Wake Up!! This isn't a hotel!!” Hiruma yelled with his usual charm. Hiruma's mouth went dry as Mamori wriggled down a little more, exposing more of her bra and slowly blinking her eyes open.
Her normally clear orbs were glazed over with sleep and fever, and Hiruma couldn't help but wonder if she would have the same look after a passionate encounter with some lucky male. His arousal took a quick nosedive at the words she uttered next.
“Hi mister Elf, whatcha doin' here?”
“HAAH!!?” Those godamn fucking Hah brothers!! He gets confused as an Elf by a very sexy girl in a provocative position and the best he comes up with is Hah! Those bastards must be rubbing off on him. Hiruma's attention was brought back to Mamori as she reached across with her arm and grabbed his wrist.
“Sing me a song Mr. Elf, sing me a happy song.”
“I don't fucking sing, and if I did it wouldn't be a happy song!” Hiruma exclaimed loudly, but his protest was lost on Mamori as she had fallen asleep again her hand still loosely clutching his arm.
Feeling extremely annoyed now, Hiruma jerked his arm away trying to release himself from her presence. However his action had quite the opposite effect. Instead of releasing his arm Mamori tumbled forward of her precarious perch on the narrow couch. The only thing that prevented her from crashing onto the cold hard floor was the quick reflexes of one Hiruma. He lunged forward catching her shoulders and pulling upwards, while this maneuver did manage to save Mamori, it did unfortunately have a side affect on Hiruma. His cleats, designed for grassy fields and not ceramic floors, slid over the sleek surface and Hiruma pitched backwards as his legs slid out from under him, and he suddenly found himself flat out on the floor with a still sleeping Mamori sprawled out on top of him. His heart beating rapidly Hiruma took in some very deep breaths and took stock of the situation. He was lying flat on his back on the cold tiled floor, a cold which contrasted remarkably with the warm body lying quite happily on top of his chest with her legs dangling on either side of him and her breasts squeezed exquisitely into his chest. Hiruma groaned in a combination of pleasure and pain as Mamori wriggled her hips provocatively above his own growing erection.
“You're so warm Hiruma.” Her sleepy voice drifted up to his ears and with that Hiruma snapped. I mean after all how much could one man stand?
He fully admitted he had a thing for the fiery manager, hell what guy didn't. She was beautiful and sexy as hell, but that wasn't what drew him to her. She had a fire in her that matched his own, she was kind one minute and then burning with righteous fury the next. He often found himself trying to piss her off on purpose just to see her erupt, finding the sight highly arousing. No girl had ever captivated him like her, he wanted her and Hiruma always got what he wanted
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Mamori returned to consciousness slowly, she felt extremely good for some reason her body tingling in pleasure. She arched her back suddenly in ecstasy as a bolt of pure pleasure shot through her body and tingled warmly across her flesh. Wait a minute! What the hell? Fully awake now, Mamori came to several very important realizations; 1) She was laying on the table in the Football team's clubhouse her legs dangling over the edge, 2) She was completely naked, and 3) Someone's tongue was having a field day between her legs. She gasped again as the slick muscle twirled around her opening and dipped in. Struggling, Mamori managed to perch herself up on her elbows in order to see who the appendage belonged to. On seeing the forest of spiky blond hair between her legs Mamori was almost too shocked to respond… Almost.
“Hiruma-kun!?” Her voice was still slightly foggy from the medicine. The blond stopped his attack on her body and looked up at her from between her thighs.
“Oh, you're awake.” Was all that he said before standing up, leaning over and kissing her fully on the mouth. Mamori tried to fight through the haze in her mind, but the fog from the medicine and that generated by Hiruma's teasing tongue and light nips, proved to be too thick to overcome. It was only when he released her mouth in order to breathe, that Mamori was able to string a coherent thought together.
“Ehhhhh!!!!!????” Oh yes very intelligent.
Hiruma stared down at her from between her legs, and Mamori felt a twinge of fear at the feral look in his eyes.
“Do you know what you do to me?” He suddenly asked, leaning over the edge of the table and bracing himself above her with his arms, “Every time I see you, every time you get angry and you get that light in your eyes, every time you act like a little mother.” He leaned down a little closer, and Mamori found herself looking up into his eyes, “That little pout you do when you're arguing with me, and that determined set of your chin when you're defending your friends.” He leaned in even closer and Mamori could feel the soft puffs of his breath on her mouth, “Do you have any idea what that does to me?” Mamori shook her head, the gift of speech completely taken from her, “This is what it does to me.” He said, arching his hips into her and showing her exactly what she did to him. Mamori suddenly found herself unable to remain on her elbows, and flopped back onto the table's surface with a moan of pleasure as Hiruma's very obvious arousal hit her core.
“You drive me insane, make me want you so bad.” Hiruma muttered in her ear, his tongue once again flicking out to lick the soft shell of her ear, “And after what you just did, I'm not going to hold off anymore.”
“Wha…?” Mamori began, but she was cut off as Hiruma once again claimed her mouth with his own. The question she had been about to ask slipped out of her mind, as the man above skillfully slipped his tongue into her mouth and proceeded to learn every inch of her mouth. She gasped for air as he released her, then she gasped in surprise as his mouth proceeded to nibble at the crook of her neck. Mamori's entire world shrank to the tabletop she was laying on as Hiruma worked down her neck with teeth and tongue, licking and nipping at all her spots. When she felt his warm mouth over her nipple she screamed in pure bliss and her hands shot up to dive into his hair and hold him closer. She knew this was wrong, that she should tell him to stop, but as his rough hand came up to massage her other breast any thoughts of stopping were quickly squelched. Fuck morals, this was heaven.
Mamori let out a little squeak as Hiruma nipped her nipple with his teeth, before switching over to the other breast. She barely noticed as his free hand traveled down her body, her entire being focused on the painful coiling feeling Hiruma was invoking deep in her being. However her focus was brought back to the whereabouts of his hand as the Quarterback began stroking her soaking core with his long slender fingers. She opened her mouth to try and scream, but her throat was clogged up with too many feelings to give voice to any one. Hiruma released her breast after giving it one last little nip, and moved back to her mouth. Mamori's squeal of surprise was swallowed by Hiruma's mouth as his slipped a single digit into her opening and began pumping it in and out of her. Clutching him for all she was worth, Mamori arched her head back and groaned as he slipped a second finger inside of her, then a third. The feeling of his fingers deep inside her, stroking and stretching her was too much and Mamori felt herself coming apart in a million little pieces as she screamed out her orgasm.
When she floated back to earth Mamori felt strangely cold, opening her eyes she saw Hiruma standing back slightly, and sliding his pants over his hips and down his legs. His shirt was already lying on the floor, along with his shoes and socks. His pants and boxers quickly joined the rest of his clothes, and Mamori took this time to take a really good look at the man before her. He was muscular yet not bulky, instead him body had the graceful form of a dancer or gymnast and Mamori found herself wanting to explore that body with her hands. She began to reach out for him, but paused as she caught sight of his fully erect penis. Holy Hell in a Hand basket!! It was huge! She suddenly felt the need to be elsewhere, and quickly. Hiruma must have sensed her hesitation, for he quickly closed the tiny distance between them and once more situated himself between her legs.
******
This time as his mouth plundered hers, Mamori ran her hands across his shoulders, down his back, and over his chest. He made a noise deep in his throat as her small fingers tweaked his nipples, and ran down to his navel. He stopped her hands as she reached for his throbbing manhood.
“Next time.” He muttered in her ear, and placed her hands back up to his shoulders. They tangled in his hair, and softly rubbed his ears as he brought his arousal to her entrance. Going slowly and gently so as not to hurt her, he slowly pushed into her warm welcoming body. Groaning he pushed in further until he felt her barrier, he pulled back slightly then moved to whisper in her ear.
“This will hurt.” The girl beneath him merely nodded and held on tighter. Hiruma decided to just get this over with quickly, the sooner the better for her. And with this in mind plunged in to the hilt in one quick thrust. Mamori let out a cry of pain, and Hiruma almost came on the spot. Gods she was so fucking tight!! Getting control of his own raging hormones, he bent down and showered quick soothing kisses on Mamori's face and neck.
After a few minutes he judged that she had adjusted to his size and quickly pulled out until only the tip of his cock remained inside. Then just as quickly slammed back in. Mamori's resulting scream of pleasure was enough to shake him to his bones. Tired of holding back Hiruma set a teeth-rattling pace that Mamori found impossible to keep up with, but obviously enjoyed very much as she quickly came again.
“Ahhhh!! Youichi!!” He felt his soul vibrate at the sound of his given name on her lips, and he quickly found he wanted to hear it again.
“More.” He ground out, “Say my name more.” She complied easily chanting his name out like a mantra as he continued to pound into her soft body. He felt himself nearing the edge, but wanted her to come with him. Releasing his hold on her hips with one hand, he moved it to where their bodies joined and fingered her little nub of flesh. She came instantly and hard and he quickly joined her in bliss as he spilled his seed deep inside her.
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Mamori sighed in comfort from the warm circle of Hiruma's arms. After they had both came down from their high Hiruma had gathered her in his arms and moved them over to the couch. Still buried deep inside her, he had arranged them in a comfortable position, and promptly told her that she now belonged to him. At the time Mamori had not been sure whether to be flattered or insulted, she had settled for a soft smile and snuggling into his arms for a well deserved nap. She was suddenly very fond of napping in the clubhouse.
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Please give me a review. I have lots more just like this, but I won't post them until I get some reviews
Wow. I can't believe I wrote this. It only took me about 30 minutes. When I have time I'm gonna go back and fix it up, but now I'll sleep, sleep is good.
By Kagehoshi
Mamori felt like crap, of course she would never say this out loud since it was very rude to curse, but nevertheless it was exactly how she felt. Her head was spinning, and she felt incredibly hot, and considering it was the middle of winter that wasn't a very good thing. She blinked and shook her head, as she was approached by two very distinct Sena's, her vision cleared and thankfully only one Sena stood before her.
“Mamori nee-san, you don't look so good maybe you should go see the school nurse.”
She smiled warmly at her childhood friend and softly shook her head.
“No it's ok Sena, school is over now, I'll just take some medicine and rest for awhile, I still have some work to do for the Football team.”
“Nobody will be in the clubhouse for a while, Hiruma has scheduled another practice so everyone will be on the field, get some rest Mamori nee-san.” Sena said a bright smile on his face.
********
Hiruma was in a foul mood, of course this was normal, but unlike most times he could not attack the source of his annoyance. It was flu season and the damn bug was decimating his team. He stormed across the school grounds, after having given up on his barely standing teammates. What's the point in practicing when the entire team couldn't even stand upright? Hiruma kicked the door to the clubhouse open and stormed in, all set to let loose his rage on whatever inanimate object was available. However a very tantalizing sight greeted him and Hiruma paused from his path of destruction to contemplate the scene before him.
Mamori Anezaki was currently fast asleep on the clubhouse couch, her face was flushed and her breathing was slightly raspy, and she was an incredibly messy sleeper. Mamori had twisted and turned so much that her uniform shirt had ridden up, exposing her stomach and allowing the bottom half of her bra to peek out teasingly from the bottom. And to make things worse her skirt had twisted up as well, exposing one long creamy thigh to the stressed out Quarterback.
“Fucking Manager.” Hiruma grunted and moved forward towards the couch, as he neared he noticed a bottle of medicine nearby and cussed fluently to himself, The damn manager must have gotten the fucking flu too. Hiruma thought as he stood over the peacefully sleeping girl. The picture she made as she slept quietly almost drove Hiruma over the edge, he was a man after all and the picture of sensual innocence presented by the Football Team's manager was almost more than he could handle. He reached out and roughly shook her shoulder, trying very hard to keep his libido in check.
“Hey, you fucking manager!! Wake Up!! This isn't a hotel!!” Hiruma yelled with his usual charm. Hiruma's mouth went dry as Mamori wriggled down a little more, exposing more of her bra and slowly blinking her eyes open.
Her normally clear orbs were glazed over with sleep and fever, and Hiruma couldn't help but wonder if she would have the same look after a passionate encounter with some lucky male. His arousal took a quick nosedive at the words she uttered next.
“Hi mister Elf, whatcha doin' here?”
“HAAH!!?” Those godamn fucking Hah brothers!! He gets confused as an Elf by a very sexy girl in a provocative position and the best he comes up with is Hah! Those bastards must be rubbing off on him. Hiruma's attention was brought back to Mamori as she reached across with her arm and grabbed his wrist.
“Sing me a song Mr. Elf, sing me a happy song.”
“I don't fucking sing, and if I did it wouldn't be a happy song!” Hiruma exclaimed loudly, but his protest was lost on Mamori as she had fallen asleep again her hand still loosely clutching his arm.
Feeling extremely annoyed now, Hiruma jerked his arm away trying to release himself from her presence. However his action had quite the opposite effect. Instead of releasing his arm Mamori tumbled forward of her precarious perch on the narrow couch. The only thing that prevented her from crashing onto the cold hard floor was the quick reflexes of one Hiruma. He lunged forward catching her shoulders and pulling upwards, while this maneuver did manage to save Mamori, it did unfortunately have a side affect on Hiruma. His cleats, designed for grassy fields and not ceramic floors, slid over the sleek surface and Hiruma pitched backwards as his legs slid out from under him, and he suddenly found himself flat out on the floor with a still sleeping Mamori sprawled out on top of him. His heart beating rapidly Hiruma took in some very deep breaths and took stock of the situation. He was lying flat on his back on the cold tiled floor, a cold which contrasted remarkably with the warm body lying quite happily on top of his chest with her legs dangling on either side of him and her breasts squeezed exquisitely into his chest. Hiruma groaned in a combination of pleasure and pain as Mamori wriggled her hips provocatively above his own growing erection.
“You're so warm Hiruma.” Her sleepy voice drifted up to his ears and with that Hiruma snapped. I mean after all how much could one man stand?
He fully admitted he had a thing for the fiery manager, hell what guy didn't. She was beautiful and sexy as hell, but that wasn't what drew him to her. She had a fire in her that matched his own, she was kind one minute and then burning with righteous fury the next. He often found himself trying to piss her off on purpose just to see her erupt, finding the sight highly arousing. No girl had ever captivated him like her, he wanted her and Hiruma always got what he wanted
************
Mamori returned to consciousness slowly, she felt extremely good for some reason her body tingling in pleasure. She arched her back suddenly in ecstasy as a bolt of pure pleasure shot through her body and tingled warmly across her flesh. Wait a minute! What the hell? Fully awake now, Mamori came to several very important realizations; 1) She was laying on the table in the Football team's clubhouse her legs dangling over the edge, 2) She was completely naked, and 3) Someone's tongue was having a field day between her legs. She gasped again as the slick muscle twirled around her opening and dipped in. Struggling, Mamori managed to perch herself up on her elbows in order to see who the appendage belonged to. On seeing the forest of spiky blond hair between her legs Mamori was almost too shocked to respond… Almost.
“Hiruma-kun!?” Her voice was still slightly foggy from the medicine. The blond stopped his attack on her body and looked up at her from between her thighs.
“Oh, you're awake.” Was all that he said before standing up, leaning over and kissing her fully on the mouth. Mamori tried to fight through the haze in her mind, but the fog from the medicine and that generated by Hiruma's teasing tongue and light nips, proved to be too thick to overcome. It was only when he released her mouth in order to breathe, that Mamori was able to string a coherent thought together.
“Ehhhhh!!!!!????” Oh yes very intelligent.
Hiruma stared down at her from between her legs, and Mamori felt a twinge of fear at the feral look in his eyes.
“Do you know what you do to me?” He suddenly asked, leaning over the edge of the table and bracing himself above her with his arms, “Every time I see you, every time you get angry and you get that light in your eyes, every time you act like a little mother.” He leaned down a little closer, and Mamori found herself looking up into his eyes, “That little pout you do when you're arguing with me, and that determined set of your chin when you're defending your friends.” He leaned in even closer and Mamori could feel the soft puffs of his breath on her mouth, “Do you have any idea what that does to me?” Mamori shook her head, the gift of speech completely taken from her, “This is what it does to me.” He said, arching his hips into her and showing her exactly what she did to him. Mamori suddenly found herself unable to remain on her elbows, and flopped back onto the table's surface with a moan of pleasure as Hiruma's very obvious arousal hit her core.
“You drive me insane, make me want you so bad.” Hiruma muttered in her ear, his tongue once again flicking out to lick the soft shell of her ear, “And after what you just did, I'm not going to hold off anymore.”
“Wha…?” Mamori began, but she was cut off as Hiruma once again claimed her mouth with his own. The question she had been about to ask slipped out of her mind, as the man above skillfully slipped his tongue into her mouth and proceeded to learn every inch of her mouth. She gasped for air as he released her, then she gasped in surprise as his mouth proceeded to nibble at the crook of her neck. Mamori's entire world shrank to the tabletop she was laying on as Hiruma worked down her neck with teeth and tongue, licking and nipping at all her spots. When she felt his warm mouth over her nipple she screamed in pure bliss and her hands shot up to dive into his hair and hold him closer. She knew this was wrong, that she should tell him to stop, but as his rough hand came up to massage her other breast any thoughts of stopping were quickly squelched. Fuck morals, this was heaven.
Mamori let out a little squeak as Hiruma nipped her nipple with his teeth, before switching over to the other breast. She barely noticed as his free hand traveled down her body, her entire being focused on the painful coiling feeling Hiruma was invoking deep in her being. However her focus was brought back to the whereabouts of his hand as the Quarterback began stroking her soaking core with his long slender fingers. She opened her mouth to try and scream, but her throat was clogged up with too many feelings to give voice to any one. Hiruma released her breast after giving it one last little nip, and moved back to her mouth. Mamori's squeal of surprise was swallowed by Hiruma's mouth as his slipped a single digit into her opening and began pumping it in and out of her. Clutching him for all she was worth, Mamori arched her head back and groaned as he slipped a second finger inside of her, then a third. The feeling of his fingers deep inside her, stroking and stretching her was too much and Mamori felt herself coming apart in a million little pieces as she screamed out her orgasm.
When she floated back to earth Mamori felt strangely cold, opening her eyes she saw Hiruma standing back slightly, and sliding his pants over his hips and down his legs. His shirt was already lying on the floor, along with his shoes and socks. His pants and boxers quickly joined the rest of his clothes, and Mamori took this time to take a really good look at the man before her. He was muscular yet not bulky, instead him body had the graceful form of a dancer or gymnast and Mamori found herself wanting to explore that body with her hands. She began to reach out for him, but paused as she caught sight of his fully erect penis. Holy Hell in a Hand basket!! It was huge! She suddenly felt the need to be elsewhere, and quickly. Hiruma must have sensed her hesitation, for he quickly closed the tiny distance between them and once more situated himself between her legs.
******
This time as his mouth plundered hers, Mamori ran her hands across his shoulders, down his back, and over his chest. He made a noise deep in his throat as her small fingers tweaked his nipples, and ran down to his navel. He stopped her hands as she reached for his throbbing manhood.
“Next time.” He muttered in her ear, and placed her hands back up to his shoulders. They tangled in his hair, and softly rubbed his ears as he brought his arousal to her entrance. Going slowly and gently so as not to hurt her, he slowly pushed into her warm welcoming body. Groaning he pushed in further until he felt her barrier, he pulled back slightly then moved to whisper in her ear.
“This will hurt.” The girl beneath him merely nodded and held on tighter. Hiruma decided to just get this over with quickly, the sooner the better for her. And with this in mind plunged in to the hilt in one quick thrust. Mamori let out a cry of pain, and Hiruma almost came on the spot. Gods she was so fucking tight!! Getting control of his own raging hormones, he bent down and showered quick soothing kisses on Mamori's face and neck.
After a few minutes he judged that she had adjusted to his size and quickly pulled out until only the tip of his cock remained inside. Then just as quickly slammed back in. Mamori's resulting scream of pleasure was enough to shake him to his bones. Tired of holding back Hiruma set a teeth-rattling pace that Mamori found impossible to keep up with, but obviously enjoyed very much as she quickly came again.
“Ahhhh!! Youichi!!” He felt his soul vibrate at the sound of his given name on her lips, and he quickly found he wanted to hear it again.
“More.” He ground out, “Say my name more.” She complied easily chanting his name out like a mantra as he continued to pound into her soft body. He felt himself nearing the edge, but wanted her to come with him. Releasing his hold on her hips with one hand, he moved it to where their bodies joined and fingered her little nub of flesh. She came instantly and hard and he quickly joined her in bliss as he spilled his seed deep inside her.
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Mamori sighed in comfort from the warm circle of Hiruma's arms. After they had both came down from their high Hiruma had gathered her in his arms and moved them over to the couch. Still buried deep inside her, he had arranged them in a comfortable position, and promptly told her that she now belonged to him. At the time Mamori had not been sure whether to be flattered or insulted, she had settled for a soft smile and snuggling into his arms for a well deserved nap. She was suddenly very fond of napping in the clubhouse.
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Please give me a review. I have lots more just like this, but I won't post them until I get some reviews
Wow. I can't believe I wrote this. It only took me about 30 minutes. When I have time I'm gonna go back and fix it up, but now I'll sleep, sleep is good.