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Disclaimer: Tsubasa Reservoir Chronicles is not mine and never will be, and I do not make any money from this story.

Apron

A/n: Here’s a quick lemon I knocked up to get my brain back in gear. There’s not much of a story, really, but I do hope you enjoy it anyhow!

Usual warnings. Don’t read this if you’re offended by sexual content.

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The covers slipped down to Syaoran’s lap as he sat upright in the bed, ruffled a hand through his shaggy brown hair and then clapped it to the nape of his cricked neck. By the love of Saint George, the night just gone was without doubt the greatest and most fun-filled extravaganza of his lifetime. Who’d have thought that such an astonishing event would happen between him and the princess?

His weary eyes fell upon the bare spot next to him, where the covers had already been kicked away. Like most places on the bed, the area was covered in large, sticky patches from the vivacious night time activity. To his displeasure, there were also a few dotted blossoms of blood near the centre. Through gargling sobs that distorted her voice and tears that drew lines of sweet crystal down her ruddy cheeks as she bit back the pain, he had first taken her right there.

For every other spot he looked towards, well, he’d taken her there at some point, too, and in a whole variety of different positions and angles. As was the advantage to having such a creative imagination and not being too afraid to act on impulse during a raucously heated situation, inexperienced as they were in the whole form. His wild tendencies to act upon the princess in every which way stoked the furnace of lust all night.

Six thirty, he noted by reading the bedside clock. Syaoran peeled the covers off, slipped his feet out the bed and stumbled awkwardly towards a pile of clothes he’d discarded earlier. Strange, he would’ve thought if he currently had the brainpower to process the observation, because Sakura wasn’t in the room yet her clothes were still here.

After he threw on the t-shirt and pair of shorts, he left the room with a drunkard’s gait. His bare feet slapped noisily on the cold morning laminate and sometimes the sole dragged. If he wanted to avoid this drained feeling in the morning ever again, he’d have to avoid putting so much effort into his work. Although, saying that, it was all worth it.

“Princess,” Syaoran croaked as he arrived in the kitchen. Sunshine from the open windows lit the room, and it was so bright it made him squint. “Are you up for breakfast...?”

His question trailed off, and he thought his heart might stop the very moment he caught sight of his princess standing before the cooker, wearing a frilly pink apron. Only a frilly pink apron, at that. The limp soldier in Syaoran’s shorts that needed a good long rest after the virtuous campaign that lasted all those hectic hours had ducked out of the recuperation bay and returned to the battlefront for another swipe at a mission. In other words, he had an erection that was raging so hard his shorts were in danger of tearing at the seams and flinging across the room like a human cannonball.

‘Oh lord, have mercy...’

Bathed in the soft yellow light, Sakura’s moist, peachy skin glistened like she were a heavenly statuette sculpted from glass, especially around the curves of her shoulders and stunning round backside. Oh, her buttocks... reminding him of peaches, he’d sure love to take a big, delicious bite into those... hey, why shouldn’t he? He did last night...

Sakura looked back over her shoulder, giving Syaoran a shot of her beautiful, innocent, blushing profile. Add that cutesy cherry to the twelve-tier cake of heart-pounding, emotion-flaring sexiness of this sight and you’ve got yourself the very point in time any man in existence would happily choose to snuff it and preserve the special moment forever.

“I’ve started making breakfast already, Syaoran-kun,” She spoke softly with a slight amount of timidity in her voice as she tried to act as casual as possible under his gob-smacked expression. “Bacon and eggs, made to the style of a, uhn, ‘English breakfast’, I think it’s called. It’s how Fai-san showed me, anyhow, and seeing as it’s the best thing I can remember how to make when working with so few ingredients, I decided upon it as a treat for you this morning. If you take a seat, it’ll be ready soon...”

She quietened down, and turned back to the pan with her lower lip folded under the upper row of her perfect teeth. In the time she spent talking, Syaoran had gradually inched his way forward like a flesh-hungry zombie until he stood but a foot behind her. His warm, harsh breath on the nape of her neck sent the chills of delight down her spine.

Sakura hoped he was planning to do something to her, right here and now. After all, that’s why she chose to wear this apron and nothing else; to entice him into doing more naughty things with her.

Expectedly, his hands set upon her shapely hips.

‘Oh... oh, he is! He’s touching me!’ the voice inside Sakura’s head squealed in the exhilaration suitable for a teenager like herself, though her expression displayed an entirely different emotion. Her pretty face, burning a hot vermillion, was that of a timorous young girl, pulled deliberately so that Syaoran would make a comment on how cute she looked that way.

Sakura struggled to hold back a shivery gasp as Syaoran’s lips brushed past her ear and peeked over her shoulder to get a glimpse of her expression. As if he’d read her mind, he made a remark about her look.

“That expression... the one you make when you’re embarrassed... it looks so adorable, I can barely...” He would’ve finished with ‘hold himself back’, but he instead punctuated it with an action. Bending his knees due to her short stature, with one hand on top of the other he cupped her sodden precious area that was just about covered by the hem of the apron and held her still as he firmly pressured his large, solid manhood between the crevice of her soft buttocks and the small of her back.

The squeak he knocked out her lungs seemed to have the force to throw her head back, and her shoulders jutted up tightly from the sharp prickles converged at her tailbone. Both her hands came up to her chin, the knuckles of her fingers wriggling against her oval jaw line, and abandoned the pan she supervised with the thick slabs of bacon sizzling away inside. Safety first, Syaoran thought, as he raised one hand to switch off the hobs, set it back to where it was and moved away with Sakura to an opposite, more clear, counter.

Sakura, in the process, twisted, turned her head and opened her mouth wide to display her wet tongue. The hint of desperation in her countenance and moan set his eyes alight with love for her charm. He tilted his head to line up with her, the heavy build-up of saliva in his mouth testament to how mouth-watering he found this elegant bundle of lovability in this state. Their lips came together, their lips smacking in a noisy, feverish massage, and their tongues played Hell upon one another’s in a hot, feisty twister.

Syaoran’s firm hands slid far up to the low neckline of the apron and his fingers hooked over the top. Without much force, he ‘adjusted’ the neckline and Sakura’s perfectly formed, plump breasts spilled from the constraining material that pronounced them better than any of the dresses she wore regularly. Perhaps that was the reason why no one had noticed how she’d ‘grown up’ to a size D, and why the sizes shocked Syaoran so when he saw them bare for the first time. Not wasting any time, he clutched her tender mounds with clawed fingers and gave them a ripe squeeze.

“Nhh, shaowa-ku...” Sakura gasped as their lips parted by an inch, tongues still out and touching. Trails of saliva, most of it belonging to Syaoran, dribbled down her chin and throat. “Mai... Mai bwess feew... goo...”

Incoherent to many people due to the copious amounts of mixed spit that filled her mouth and the tongue that pressed upon hers, but he could understand her words perfectly. With a slight smile before he reinitiated the kiss, he wriggled his fingers and rubbed a couple of prints against her pert nipples.

“Mmm,” Sakura moaned, feeling like she was melting from sensation of his firm hands, hot lips and lively tongue. After a couple of minutes, though, she whined in a fairly discontented tone as both his hands let go and fell back down to her hips. “Ahh, wai... wai shtop...?”

Their lips made an audible wet smack when they parted, and thick, glassy strings of saliva stretched between the tips of their tongues. Syaoran, who held her hips firm and pressed himself harder against her with intent, drew lines across her bare shoulder, trapezius and into the crook of her neck with the full surface of his tongue as if he were prepared to devour her after a very slow, very thorough taste-test. Well, he was going to devour her in a sense. His lips set on her jugular and suckled her sweet, sweaty flesh like she was a strawberry-flavoured boiled lollipop.

Sakura awkwardly squirmed under his tongue and shuddered delectably with a pleasant little sigh.

“M-more... please, Syaoran-kun... could you... touch me some more? Like last night...”

“Very well,” He whispered, all too happy to comply with her wish.

Syaoran peeled up the short front flap of the apron with one hand and slipped his other hand between her legs, and tenderly caressed the juicy, soaked lips of her heated loins with his fingertips. The oily texture of her smooth flesh, greatly accentuated thanks to her lower region being as bald as a plucked chicken, had such an awesome feeling that would leave him to obsessively stroke her for hours on end, however he was keen too keen to hold back for that long. His left hand managed to fold the hem of the flap over the lowered neckline, pretty much baring all of Sakura’s assets but her sexy slim belly, and then reached back to take care of his shorts.

The second his shorts dropped and the furious, throbbing organ was free to press bare against the skin of her back and ample buttocks, Sakura was unable to contain her excitement and tried frantically to reach her hands back to hold it once again.

“Try to relax,” He softly breathed into her ear while she whimpered in defiance and struggled to get a hold of it.

“I-I want to touch it, Syaoran-kun... I want to hold it with my own two hands again...”

“There’s always tonight...” He replied in a sassy manner, most unlike his usual self. “And every other night hereafter... you can wait until then, can’t you? Because right now, I’d really like to...”

He trailed off, hoping she knew what he was insinuating. Disappointed though she was, she bit it back and nodded in a reluctant agreement.

“O-Okay, but promise me... tonight, first thing, you let me hold it. For as long as I want to.”

“That’s fine with me, Princess,” He kissed the helix of her ear.

Syaoran’s left hand reached down, and in a swift movement he scooped under her left knee and raised her bent leg up in the air. He did the same with her right, stood up and leant back as he hoisted her feather-light body off the floor, holding her bent legs just apart outside her shoulder width like he were set to display her to the world. Those thoughts, which run through both their minds at the time, sent an unusual, albeit pleasant, thrill-seekers’ chill along their nerve lines.

His right hand slipped from her knee, the crook of his elbow taking up the duty to hold her leg, and his fingers and thumb set upon her outer lips to spread open the moist tunnel of pink flesh. Without looking over her shoulder, which was something he couldn’t do due to her raised position, he had to put some guesswork into the alignment.

Sakura, with glimmering, droopy eyes and her cheeks aflame, whimpered cutely as she looked down at herself being fanned open like this. The bulbous head of Syaoran’s thick penis pressed between her labias teasingly, prodded and rubbed to make a coarse array of spine-tingling squelches, and her juices dribbled from her opening and rolled down the underside of his shaft like tracks of rain. Her hand limply reached down to touch it, but his actions tensed all the muscles in her body and threw her mind off course.

“Sy-Syaoran,” She moaned in embarrassment, entirely skipping the suffix after his name. “Hurry up, stop teasing me...!”

Due to her use of the word ‘Syaoran’, he immediately stopped playing around and inserted the full length of his penis into her scorching, tight tunnel of wet, silky flesh. Sakura released a screeching gasp upon entry, cried his name once again without the suffix, raised her elbows up to either side of her head and grabbed clumps of his messy brown hair from behind. He didn’t mind in the least, for he was already too far consumed by the incredible, numbing sensations of her tight body.

Without holding back, he unleashed his lust like a wild beast thrashing about in a cage. All the aches and pains his muscles complained about earlier went forgotten now, as if they’d run lucky with a miracle cure that boosted them back to full performance. His effortful groans were drowned out by Sakura’s squeaky cries, though they both tainted the formerly-still morning air clear enough.

“Princess,” Syaoran let go of her knees and grabbed her jiggling breasts, fondling them with both his palms and firm fingers. “Your body is so soft, like a velvet cushion... your skin tastes like sweet syrup... and your insides... they’re squeezing down on me so hard, I might end up popping too soon...”

“Mnh, Syaoran, s-stop saying such things,” She gasped in shame. “When you talk like that, saying things about me, it makes me... hot...”

“Surely, telling me that would only entice me more...”

“Kyuuhhh,” Sakura shivered and dribbled as his fingers pinched her nipples, and his tongue massaged behind her earlobe. “I... I... know...”

Syaoran chuckled breathlessly, and continued to thrust into her at a harsher pace.

“In that case... your honey-dripping voice sings to me like a choir from heaven, and when you call my name it makes me want to take you rougher, Princess...”

“Gyah, Syaoran! C-call me Sakura! Please! Sakura!”

“Okay, if that’s what you want... Sakura.”

The very instant he said her name, Sakura’s eyes snapped open and her scream reverberated out her throat as her inner walls constricted around his throbbing penis. That was the first time he addressed her by her first name, as far as she knew, and it made her cum. How very intriguing...

Syaoran’s sharp intake of breath whistled through the gaps in his teeth, then released as a single harsh blow into her ear. That made her shudder more so, and a few stray tears rolled down her cheeks from the corners of her eyes. He licked them away and continued on, for he had yet to release.

The tips of Sakura’s toes barely touched the floor until Syaoran leant forward, granting her the ability to lay her forearms on the counter, and set his own elbows down on the surface. His fingers squeezed her breasts and pushed them up as he kissed her cheek, licked the rolls of sweat and tears from her skin, and bucked his hips harder. The heavy overflow of Sakura’s release dripped down the inside of her thighs, and his, and splashed on the laminate floor.

“Sakura,” He whispered gruffly with his lips to her cheek. “When I... reach my limit... where do you want me... to do it?”

“Unh, ahh, I-inside m-me, Syaoran,” She whined. “I want it... all of it... inside...”

Syaoran sighed, licked the corner of her closed left eye to pick up the bulb of a tear, and let go of her breasts. He leant back straight, leaving her upper body forward and her arms crossed on the counter like she was holding on through fear of being dragged away, and set his hands on her gorgeous rump. With a downward glance and a light smile, he used his thumbs to spread her crevice apart and get a good look at the penetration.

“It looks so pretty,” He commented, and in response she whined in shame.

“Syaoraaaannnn, don’t say that...”

By making that comment, he’d pushed her a few steps closer towards her next climax. He kept his hands on her buttocks, shifting back slightly without distilling the powerful drive of his hips, and pulled her away from the counter.

Sakura’s hands gripped the rim of the counter, clinging on for what felt like her dear life. She let go only after Syaoran slipped an assuring hand under her belly, and then her upper body flopped limply forward as if the weight of her plump breasts pulled her down. Both her palms slapped the floor to break the fall, and gradually her back-end was lowered down so her knees could touch the ground.

The almost ruthless pounding hadn’t ceased at all, though. Sakura’s right cheek and shoulder pressed into the floor as her body twisted, the heels of her palms the best support stopping her from getting drilled into the ground, and her knees raised an inch as the balls of her feet dug down. Her soft breasts, in this tucked up position, were squeezed between her knees. Her next climax was just around the corner, but she held on to make sure she and Syaoran touched the mark together this time.

If Syaoran could see the mystic way her short hair cascaded across her cute face, he’d have released then and there. Not that he was far off from his climax. In fact, he’d just jumped the final hurdle before he strenuously groaned his warning.

“Sakura, I’m going to hit it...”

“Kuuuu...” Sakura gargled, the drool from the corner of her mouth rolling down her chin and creating a small, silvery puddle. She stopped holding herself back, and her muscles once again shrunk and wrapped tightly around him.

Syaoran’s member pulsated, and fired five long, consecutive ejaculation spurts deep into her body. The heavy outpour of his seed was too much for her womb to hold, so inevitably some of it leaked from their joining in thick, gushing blobs. With a lengthy, slimy slurp, Syaoran removed his still-hard penis from her tight precious area, and the gloopy white string from the tip bowed as it was stretched. The sticky mess was ludicrously sexy to look at, and though he was tempted to go in again, he decided it was best left for later.

Rolled onto her back with her knees tucked up to her shoulders as he shifted around to her right side, Sakura glanced up to Syaoran with love sparkling in her jade eyes and a wonderful blush adorning her cheeks. Her skin was covered in a layer of sweat that glistened in the light.

“My belly,” Sakura whispered, rubbing her stomach with one hand and stroking Syaoran’s cheek with the other. “It’s all tingly and warm inside.”

His hand on the nape of her neck supported her head. Syaoran smiled and kissed her hot forehead, although he felt puzzled as to why she suddenly tensed and squeaked. He looked across the kitchen, curiously, and then it was his turn to stiffen.

Fai, with Mokona sat upon his shoulder, and Kurogane, stood in the kitchen doorway, all with eyes wide in pure shock. The air, like all their bodies, was awkwardly tense. Not only that, but the sexy sight before them of Sakura in such a naughty state, her openly displayed lower body leaking Syaoran’s heavy white fluids and her perfectly rounded breasts slightly jiggling as she shivered under their gaze had noticeably aroused their interests.

“Uh-um...” Sakura nervously murmured, shyly placing the tip of her right index finger to her lips. “M-morning, everyone... uh... are you... all hungry?”

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A/n: Any good? If you thought so, please do leave a review. If you didn’t think so, please leave a review. Either way, I’d really like to know what you thought. After all, if you bothered to sit there in your own time and read through it, why not spare an extra minute or so to tell me your likes/dislikes? Couldn’t hurt, surely.

I might decide to add an extra chapter, one that’s a bit more ‘active’ and ‘saucy’, if anyone’s interested to see how this continues.
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