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As it is Written

A Hayate the Combat Butler prawnfest

By

EvilFuzzy9

WARNING: This fanfic depicts activities of an adult nature between characters who would be minors in the real world. The author of this fic does not endorse such things being done by minors in real life, and in fact strongly discourages minors from reading this, and also from participating in any and all such activities until they are at the age of majority/consent as defined in the laws or customs of their state or principality.
(uhh)

It was short walk across the grounds of the Saginomiya estate to get from the storeroom to the front gate, only taking a minute or two even at the slow pace they were going. Hayate was leading Isumi by the hand, not wanting the girl's Ryoga-esque sense of direction to get them hopelessly turned around, and the girl was following him contentedly.
As they opened the front gate to step outside, however, they saw Isumi's mother, Hatsuho Saginomiya standing outside it.
"Ah, thank you, son-in-law," Hatsuho said when she saw that the gate had opened. "I was worried that I would wind up locked out all night again..."
Hayate sighed, though he did not let the pleasant smile leave his face. For all of the Saginomiya family's expertise with the supernatural, they were almost completely tech illiterate, and Hatsuho was probably the worst of them when it came to anything remotely technological. It baffled him anyone could be so repeatedly stymied by a concept as simple as pushing the button to call someone to open the gate.
"You're welcome, Saginomiya-sama," he said respectfully, ignoring the urge to shake his head in exasperation.
Hatsuho smiled at Hayate, walking up to him and grabbing hold of his free hand. Bending her head, she kissed it lightly, before looking up at Hayate with cutely glimmering eyes.
"Call me 'mom'," she said, the air seeming to sparkle as she looked into Hayate's eyes.
The blue-eyed butler gulped, blushing slightly at the adorable look on Hatsuho's face. Isumi's mother was quite young, Hayate knew, Hatsuho having given birth to Isumi while still in her teens, and the woman's appearance was youthful to the point that she looked more like she was Isumi's cousin or older sister than her mother. Like her daughter, Hatsuho was not obviously endowed, though Hayate suspected that she was at least a B-cup underneath her kimono.
Her lips had also been very soft on his hand, and Hayate could not help noticing the slight blush on Hatsuho's face as she stared almost... longingly... into his eyes...
Giving Isumi a look, silently asking her to wait there for him, Hayate grabbed Hatsuho's hand and pulled the woman aside. Leading the not-even-thirty-years-old spiritualist by the hand, Hayate took her to a quiet, secluded spot on the manor grounds.
"Miss Saginomiya..." he started, before shaking his head and correcting himself. "...no, mom... is there something you want from me...?" he asked her, turning around and looking Hatsuho right in the eye.
The woman smiled softly, a faint blush dusting her cheeks. "Yes..." she said quietly, "...there is."
She then glanced down at Hayate's groin briefly, blush deepening before she once more met his gaze.
Hayate felt himself in shock as he realized just what was happening. Isumi's mother wanted him... in that way? How in the world...? Was it because of him using the book...? No... that couldn't be it. He hadn't written anything that could have caused this.
At least, he was pretty sure he hadn't...
... oh well. That wasn't important. What important was the fact that his future wife's cute mom very clearly (even to the notoriously oblivious-to-love butler) wanted him.
Carnally, to be specific.
This, of course, presented both an incredible opportunity and a very big risk. If he took Hatsuho up on her unspoken offer, the sex was likely to be incredible. But it also had a very high chance of blowing up in his face spectacularly, as such things were wont to do when Hayate was involved. He could always use that Book of Amen to make it so that him having intimate relations with Hatsuho wouldn't be a problem with her daughter, but then that would also defuse the kinky forbidden love aspect that would make such a coupling so especially intriguing in the first place...
Hayate was not much of a risk taker, when he could avoid it. His life was full of enough pitfalls and dangers without him actively adding to them. So, with a smile at Hatsuho, he turned around and pulled out the Book.
'Isumi Saginomiya and Hayate Ayasaki are in an open relationship. She does not care if he sleeps with other girls.'
After a moment of further thought, Hayate's rarely seen perverted side surfaced briefly, and he added:
'...in fact, Isumi is most fond of joining in whenever Hayate is sleeping with another woman.'
He then put the book away, and turned his attention back to Hatsuho. There was hungry look, deep in the woman's eyes, as she watched him. Her cheeks were erubescent as she glanced again down at his groin, which was swelling gradually as Hayate contemplated what he had just done, and what he was about to do...
Stepping forward, absentmindedly finding himself to be surprising free of anxiety or fear, Hayate reached and wrapped his arms around Hatsuho, pulling her into an embrace tight against his body, his semi-erect member rubbing against her thigh through his pants and her kimono.
"You want me," Hayate whispered into Hatsuho's ear, his usually boyish voice now low and seductive as he spoke, "Don't you, mom?"
Hatsuho shivered pleasurably at the warmth of his breath on her ear, melting into his embrace.
"Yes..." she admitted softly, "I do... You are such a thoughtful, handsome young man... it is no wonder my daughter fell for you... and no wonder that I fell for you..."
Hayate smiled at this. He was going to have a lot of fun with this, he just knew it.
Hayate kissed Hatsuho, causing her to moan. He caressed the small of her back, even as his tongue plumbed the depth of her mouth. He pressed his body against hers, feeling her melt into his embrace as he passionately kissed her.
Hatsuho's tongue did not resist as Hayate explored every inch of her mouth. Her body did not resist as his hands lowered down to her ass. She did not resist, rather she urged him onward, silently begging him to take her. Her pussy was drenched, that much could be seen just from the growing wet spot on the front her kimono.
She wanted him inside her.
Reaching down as Hayate continued to kiss her and fondle her ass, Hatsuho deftly undid his belt and unzipped his trousers, letting them fall to the ground at their feet. The bulge in his boxers was incredibly large, and Hatsuho whimpered into Hayate's mouth as she felt his barely clothed erection grinding against her thighs.
She smiled when she felt Hayate's hands briefly take a break from kneading her tight bottom to return the favor, unfastening her obi and pulling her kimono down off her shoulders. It fell down to the ground, revealing that she took the same old fashioned approach as her daughter to underwear. As in, she did not wear any.
Hayate pulled back from kissing Hatsuho to take in the sight of her naked body. Like her daughter, the woman was slender and fair, a traditional Japanese beauty. Hayate's intuition regarding her bust was correct, though, as it was more full than her daughter's.
Hayate reached up and took one of his future-mother-in-law's small, perky breasts in hand. Hatsuho was not buxom by any stretch of the imagination, but her modest B-cups were enough to at least fill the young man's hands.
She moaned as Hayate lovingly, gently rubbed her breasts, kneading her modest endowments with the attentiveness and care of a pilgrim handling a holy relic. And he was a pilgrim, in a sense, a pilgrim traveling to worship at the shrine that was her body.
Slowly, Hayate trailed kisses down Hatsuho's neck, pausing briefly to lightly nibble on her collarbone. Hatsuho sighed longingly, happily, melting into bliss under her young lover's tender ministrations. He was treating her body with reverence, making sure to attend to every inch of her.
Her legs turned to jelly as the blue-haired butler took one of her small breasts into his mouth, and they collapsed into the grass, Hayate lying on top of her as he worshipfuly suckled and nibbled at her motherly teat.
Hatsuho came with a whimper, unable to hold herself back any longer under Hayate's thorough, yet gentle, ministrations. He was too incredible to be real. His skilled foreplay was on a level above anything else Hatsuho had ever experienced.
It was indescribable, the way he could make her feel with just a touch. He seemed to know exactly what to do, and when to do it, to get the maximum effect. With just a kiss, he'd had her completely at his mercy. And now he was suckling so lovingly upon her modest breasts, so carefully teasing the rim of her anus with one finger while caressing the blossom of her womanhood with another. She simply could not endure such exquisite torment as this.
Honestly, Hayate was just too skilled to be real. Even if he wasn't, in truth, a virgin, to be this confident, and this capable, with handling a woman's body at his young age... Hatsuho had never heard of such a thing. It was like Hayate had become a completely different person the moment he put his arms around her...
...no, that was not quite accurate. He was still Hayate, still the same sweet, gentle, caring young man her daughter had been engaged to... just more confident. It was like... Hayate was himself, only older, and more experienced.
And goodness gracious, was he experienced. Hatsuho did not understand how it was possible, but somehow it was almost like Hayate knew her body better than she did...
As the boyishly handsome teen gently slipped a finger into Hatsuho's womanhood, she came a second time. As Hayate lightly nibbled at her nipples, slipping a finger into Hatsuho's anus, she came a third time.
He was unbelievable, this young man was, and as she came a fourth and final time Hayate slowly thrusting his fingers in and out of her, Hatsuho could not help but feel envious of her daughter.
With a final, passionate moan, Hatsuho Saginomiya collapsed, spent.
Picking up the naked, exhausted Hatsuho, Hayate slung her over his shoulder and carried her back to where Isumi was waiting inside the gate.
Isumi, seeing Hayate carrying her mother, smiled serenely.
"I see," said she, "So that's what took you so long..."
"Yeah..." Hayate said sheepishly. "Sorry for not inviting you..."
"That's okay, as long as you invite me next time..." Isumi said frankly, bunny ears twitching slightly as she glanced at her naked, unconscious mother. "...But for now, how about we continue onward to Sakuya's house, as you originally suggested?"
"Oh yeah, sure," Hayate said, having almost completely forgotten about that in light of his spontaneous fling with Hatsuho. "Do you think she'll mind if we bring your mother with?" He gestured to the woman slung over his shoulder.
"I don't see why she would," Isumi replied.
Hayate smiled, taking the girl's hand. "Okay, then," he said, pressing the button to open the gate. "Let's go."

A/N: So sleeeeeepy. Bleahrg.
Updated: 12-8-13
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