Love Hina Lemon Loops

Love Hina Lemon Time Loops

By Andrew Joshua Talon

DISCLAIMER: I do not own Love Hina, and I am not writing this for profit. Please do not sue.

Author’s Note: In response to the questions about the various time loop fics, here’s the answer:

Once upon a time on The Fanfiction Forum, a brilliant, perverted author by the name of Innortal started up a thread entitled “New Intros” in the Naruto section. This thread had, as it’s main plot, Naruto Uzumaki, Sakura Haruno, and Sasuke Uchiha timelooping back to their first day as a team and introducing themselves in different ways.

However, this single seemingly innocent timeloop spread between universes. The Ranma, Evangelion, Bleach, Love Hina, Negima, Star Wars, Dragonball, Harry Potter and many other universes went into timeloops as well and even began crossing over with eachother. The goddesses of the Ah! My Goddess! Universe, responsible for monitoring the whole of Creation, tried to figure out what was going on. In the meantime, they made it so none of the Loopers could reproduce so that they wouldn’t have to see their children be born, live, and die over and over again.

Keitaro’s own looping experience has been… Problematic at best, as you’ll see in future chapters.

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Sex with Motoko was always slightly different in every loop, but a few things remained constant. Taking her in a train, for instance, or in public, got her extremely hot.

"Ah!" She gasped loudly as Keitaro groped her ass, while his other hand pressed against her stomach. Pressure points he'd activated a hundred times before were pumped with his ki, and Keitaro smirked a bit in satisfaction as she stiffened and pressed her hands against the window.

"St-Stop it!" She hissed, anxiously looking around. He knew her anger and fear-Being caught by anyone while she's being groped and getting aroused off it would be absolutely humiliating. Her pride couldn't take it.

"Stop me," Keitaro murmured, boldly slipping his hand into her hakama and finding her panty-clad sex. His other hand undid her top, and slipped inside, immediately going for her breasts. From behind, he ground his hardon against her ass, and pressed his chest up against her back.

"Ah!" She trembled, Keitaro's blitz hitting her in every physical weak point. "I-I'll kill you...!" She struggled hard, but where she could usually break free in an instant, she was literally fighting herself-Her desires against her pride. Keitaro was obviously in favor of her desires winning, and helped them along.

"Hnnn... You're wet," Keitaro murmured, and Motoko moaned weakly as he rubbed her outer lips. He dry-humped her a few times, and her attempts to free herself only ground her ass harder against him.

"I-I'll kill you, I'll kill-!"

Keitaro's hand took a tight grip on her chest wrappings, and then tore them off. Below, he slid his middle finger inside her pussy, and smiled when he felt how wet and hot she was inside.

"AH!" She arched her back, her neck pressing against his shoulder. Keitaro took the opportunity to trap her lips in a kiss, quickly dominating her mouth. "Mmmngh...!"

A second finger in her pussy, and some light tweaks to her nipples followed. Her resistance faded as he pleased her, and the resulting feedback from her ki proved it. It helped that he'd found an instinctive, subconscious connection between himself and the girls between loops-One that allowed him to gain their trust more easily, as he felt familiar.

"Mwah!" He broke the kiss and nuzzled her. Below, his fingers plunged in and out of her pussy, which had become sopping wet to the point a schlick schlick schlick sound could be heard with every penetration.

"Ah... Ahhh...! I-I... N-Nooo..." She moaned, even as she pressed her breasts into his groping hand. Keitaro nuzzled her neck, and gave her a loving smile.

"Just enjoy yourself," he whispered. He shifted just enough to allow his thumb to bump against her clit, slowly poking out from it's protective hood. Motoko cried out, and her sex contracted tightly around his thrusting fingers.

"I-I-I, ahhhh...!" He kissed her again, and slid his fingers in to the knuckle. Her contractions repeated, and she became significantly wetter as she moaned into his mouth.

"Mmm... Mmm..." Keitaro broke the kiss again, and enjoyed her cries and gasps as his fingers continued their relentless assault.

"Ahh... Ahhh... Ahhh...!" She stared into his eyes, cheeks flushed, brow shiny with sweat, beautiful mouth open as she gasped for breath.

"What's your name?" Keitaro whispered.

"M-Motoko, aahh...!" She managed. Keitaro kissed her cheek, and whispered hotly in her ear.

"My name is Keitaro... I want you to scream it when you cum~..."

Motoko bit her lower lip and repressed a moan. Keitaro pinched one of her nipples almost painfully, and her lips opened.

"Ahhh... Ahhh...!"

Keitaro went all out-He slid her hakama and panties clean off, and pressed his hardon right up between her ass cheeks. Simultaneously, his fingers inside her curled, finding her G-spot and pouring a bit of ki into this most sensitive of spots. Finally, his other hand returned to her breasts, and squeezed hard as he gently bit her neck. All of this combined overwhelmed Motoko, these various sensations breaking the pent-up pressure inside her. Below, she squirted all over Keitaro's hand. Above, she screamed.

"KEITARROOOOOO!"

Keitaro's fingers continued their work, until Motoko's legs became like jelly and he had to catch her. She kept repeating his name in between gasps, her multiple climax blasting through her body with the force of a small bomb. Keitaro held her against him, and slowed his fingers to a stop, letting her catch her breath.

"Haaa... Haa... Haa..."

"Mmm..." He nuzzled the back of her head. "How was that, Motoko-chan~?"

"Ahhh... Ahhh..." She looked up at him, a bit of defiance in her gaze. "I... I will not... Haa... L-Let this go, unpunished..."

Keitaro sighed. She was so stubborn. Still, she wouldn't be Motoko if she wasn't, and he did love that about her. He slowly picked her up, and turned her around. He held her up against the wall of the train, and undid his pants. Her eyes widened and she tried to shove him away.

"N-No...! No, don't!" Keitaro kissed her again, and was gratified when she weakly kissed him back. He pressed up against her, hardened member threatening to touch her open sex.

"Mwah... N-No... This is... This is raahh..." She moaned as he licked her neck, one of her significant weak points.

"If it is," he murmured, "stop me." Keitaro looked her right in the eyes. "You could kill me in an instant, couldn't you?"

Motoko blushed deeply under his gaze, and her eyes glanced over at her sword, sitting with her bag nearby. Keitaro made no movements, even though he could feel the heat of her sex washing over his cock.

She slowly looked back at him. Keitaro smiled, and kissed her in the same motion he pressed his cock into her entrance.

"Mmmph...!" She groaned into his mouth, fingers clutching at his shoulders. He groaned back, loving the familiar warmth and tightness of her pussy. It was slow going, but worth every painfully pleasurable moment as he went deeper, and deeper...

"Mwaaahhh... Ahhhh... Y-You're in meee," Motoko moaned. "It... Ahhh...!" Keitaro tightened his grip around her waist, and nuzzled her breasts. There were some advantages to being shorter than her, he thought, as he took one of her nipples into his mouth.

"Ohhh... Ohh... K-Keitaro," she sighed, her strong legs now wrapping around his waist. Held tightly within and without her, Keitaro pulled back almost all the way out of her. At her whimper, he pushed back inside, and nuzzled her throat.

"Ah!"

"Hnngh..." Keitaro kept his face pressed against her throat, and began to fuck her gently. Each thrust brought him a little deeper inside, illiciting all sorts of wonderful sounds from her lips.

Mmm... I love that moan of hers, it's really throaty... And that sigh, aahh, that's great too... A hard quick thrust and-Yeah, she squeaked, so cute... He pushed deeper and deeper, until he felt the head of his cock press squarely against her cervix. This was another reason he loved fucking Motoko-They fit so perfectly.

... Well, in all honesty, he fit pretty damn nicely in all of the other girls, too, but every time with one of them was special.

Now though... He was getting close, and he had his trump card to play. Something that got her insanely hot, due to other issues of hers.

"Mmm... Y-You feel so good," he growled, thrusting a bit harder. This got more cute squeaks out of the kendoka. "I'm gonna cum inside you..."

Motoko stiffened, and weakly tried to push him away.

"Ahhh... N-Nooo... Y-You'll get me pregnant!" She whimpered. Keitaro looked her right in the eyes, giving her the most commanding look he could manage, as he plowed her even harder.

"Haaa... Th-Then I'll just have to, mm, take responsibility, haaa?" He kissed her deeply, stifling her protests as he pounded her even harder. Her struggles lessened, and she dug her nails into his back harshly. It was lucky he was so durable-She'd probably seriously injure anyone else who did this to her.

"Hnn... Hnnn...!"

"Mmmngh! MMMPH!" Motoko cried back against his lips. Keitaro broke the kiss and groaned, climax rising up.

"I-I'm gonna cum! Haa! And g-get you pregnant, Motoko-chaaaannn...!" He hugged her tightly and groaned as he shot off, his first ejeaculation blasting at point-blank range into her cervix. Motoko opened her mouth to scream, but only managed a weak gurgle as she gushed all over his genitals and lower stomach in her own orgasm.

"Uwaahhhnn..." She sobbed as her orgasms continued, helped by Keitaro's own lengthened climax. He held her tightly, not allowing a single drop to spill... Though despite his size and her tightness, some of his seed leaked out, joining the small puddle beneath them.

"Haa... Haaa..." Keitaro caught his own breath slowly, just enjoying how tightly she held him back.

One passenger began clapping happily, and a number of them joined in. Motoko's daze faded, and she turned bright red. However, a soft, shuddering moan let Keitaro know that the attention had extended her orgasm just a little bit longer, and he smiled.

Giving a respectful nod to the watching passengers, he pulled out when he was sure her orgasms had ended. Motoko sighed softly as their excess juices flowed out of her, dripping onto the floor below. Keitaro kept his arms firmly around her waist as she set her feet down.

"Oooh..." She cooed, and leaned up against him. Keitaro slid a hand up over her back, and rubbed her beneath her loose top.

"Mmm... How was that, Motoko-chan?" Keitaro murmured. Motoko sighed and nuzzled him.

"G-Good... So good..." She slowly looked up at him as the train stopped.

"Take me again," she whispered, fists tightly holding his shirt. Keitaro checked outside the window-It was their stop.

"Okay," he agreed. "But not here... This is my stop."

"Mine... Mine too," she murmured. "So... Take me again somewhere else."

"I will," Keitaro agreed.

After helping her get dressed and get her luggage, they got off the train... And then he took her in the station bathroom. They cleaned up, got dressed, headed off again... And again, she wanted to get fucked, and so they stopped in a park. And then a restaurant bathroom. A tree near a highway. A telephone booth...

Keitaro sighed. This was how it always happened, really. He took Motoko like she wanted to be taken, and she turned into a nymphomaniac. She'd slow down eventually, only wanting sex at a more reasonable rate, but for now, he had little choice but to go along with it.

As he was being ridden by the horny girl, cars slowing nearby to get a better look at them, he reached up to fondle her breasts. She moaned, and looked down at him with a loving smile. He couldn't help but return it.

Maybe the others have problems with nympho girls... But... It's a small price to pay to see that, he decided.