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Haruka is a Whore	By : SluttyHaruka Category: Sailor Moon > Het - Male/Female Views: 11666 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Haruka is a Whore
- 2-Cave
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The entire table vibrated. It was the phone again. It was him.
“Why did I allow myself to be talked into this?” Haruka let it go to voicemail. She didn’t have to answer. Actually…
She reached into the breast pocket of her school uniform and pulled out her transformation wand. She twirled it between her fingers, staring at nothing in particular. The walls encasing her were too soft, too clean. The kitchen needed a new paint job, preferably a shade of green.
...on the other hand, all she had to do was transform. Uranus could fix all her problems pretty fucking quick. It would just take a few words and then she could breathe easy again.
“No. That’s not a solution, especially if Michiru found out.” She exhaled shallowly.
The table emitted the sharp buzzing yet again.
“Good morning, babe.”
Haruka’s hand reflexively rejected the call as she jumped. Michiru was already at the coffee machine with her back to her blonde lover, not that she needed caffeine.
“Morning, mermaid.”
“Somebody is going to get hurt real bad.” Michiru giggled as she loaded the pot.
Haruka cracked a smile, too. “Your hair certainly looks like you slept on the ocean floor.”
One of the drawers rattled and Michiru whipped around, spatula in hand. “Now listen here, bitch, some of us have what is called morning hair. You would be more intimately acquainted if you weren’t such a boy about your head.”
Haruka chuckled and leaned back in her chair. “You planning on making some eggs for your boy, woman?”
Michiru tossed the utensil into the sink. “Not anymore. You can starve for all I care.”
Her wild hair did a pale imitation of a hair flip. She turned and searched the cupboard for a box of cereal.
“That’s fine, I already ate.” Haruka stuck her tongue out.
Michiru set the box on the counter and retrieved a glass bowl from the dishwasher. “Keep talking, little girl. See what happens.”
She got the milk off the door of the fridge and set it with the other items.
“Bring it, bedhead.”
Michiru sighed and beamed at Haruka. “Do you want to do something?”
“Like what?”
“Like not here.”
Haruka sat forward. “You mean like a getaway”
“Don’t you want to get away? I think it is about time we got out of the city and went somewhere nice. We finally don’t have some big cosmic plot to destroy earth bearing down on us. We have earned a break from the uniform.” Michiru poured the milk into her bowl of cereal. She stirred it with her spoon.
Haruka drew invisible doodles on the table with her wand.
Michiru leaned over the counter, “Haruka, what’s on your mind, baby?”
The wand clattered as her gaze snapped forward.
“I am sorry, love, you are right. We do need a vacation, preferably somewhere without impending threat of death.”
Michiru smirked. Her heart shaped face could look so immaculately cocky sometimes. Even when stressed, Haruka could appreciate her lover’s cavalier attitude.
Michiru capped the milk. “This will be good for us. No music, no cars. Just us.”
Haruka blushed. “Just being with you sounds like exactly what I need right now.”
Michiru bit her lip and winked at her. “Well, not now now, but soon.”
The insistent buzzing continued.
“Sweetie, are you going to answer that?” Michiru replaced the milk in the fridge. She sauntered into the adjacent living room with her breakfast, the freshly brewed coffee abandoned.
Haruka’s heart palpitated as she reached for the phone. She grabbed at the fabric of her dress shirt as she hit accept. “Hello, you have reached Tenou Haruka.”
“Shake a leg, slut. And quit it with the formalities.”
“I have a right to safeguard my personal life.” Haruka’s whisper was laced with venom
“You mean hide the truth from your girlfriend? Sure, if she is an unobservant moron. You can’t hide the reality of your position forever. Besides, I bet you her mouth is always stuffed with cock on her concert tours.”
Haruka clenched her jaw so hard the muscles briefly seized up. Reflexively, she reached up to soothe it back to a relaxed state.
“Now get that juicy, hard-bodied ass down here or it won’t be just me.”
Officer Valentine cut the call before Haruka could retort with another hushed shout. She had to mentally restrain herself from snapping the phone in half. Her shaking made it difficult to wipe the tears pooling on her eyelids.
No matter how much it hurt, no matter how much she dreaded what was expected of her, she had to keep it to herself. Beneath that casually provocative exterior, Michiru was a devastatingly considerate woman. Letting her know about the position Haruka had been cornered into would only make her upset and scramble for a non-existent alternative.
She heavily stood up and allowed her legs to carry her to the hallway.
“Michi, I have a few errands to run. I will be back tonight.”
Giggling at the program on the television, she turned to smile at Haruka. “Have a good day, my love.”
“See you soon.” Haruka turned and trudged out the door before her body language could betray her.
One of the cocks snaked itself between her skin-fitting leotard and her firm bottom. The constricting clothes pressed the meaty appendage firmly against the Sailor Soldier’s soft flesh. The youma sighed as he began a slow thrust, savoring her newly apparent femininity: her curves accentuated by her white leotard and her face covered in some neutral make up. His intimidating length slid down between her cheeks, a sight which his younger brother admired while he languidly scratched his awakening shaft. Two other youma seated upon domesticated stalagmites snickered and mimed lewd acts at Haruka whom found herself unable to look anywhere else. The eldest demon’s manipulation of her supple breasts was far too provocative. She felt her nubs harden under his palms, spurned on by the fabric of her uniform brushing against them repeatedly. Her cunt dripped onto the thickening cock hot dogging her ass. The flexible rod slid between her soft lips and he placed his hand between her legs against his member to increase the friction between the two. She winced at her apparent arousal.
“I guess you are enjoying yourself, aren’t you, girl,” he said. “Your scent alone could make me hard enough to break rocks.”
“Just take what you paid for already,” she said.
The eldest pinched her nubs tightly and licked her in the valley between her breasts. She yelped.
The cock between her legs began nudging at her entrance.
“You sure you don’t want more? It seems like you do.”
“Only what was agreed upon beforehand. No more.”
“No less,” he countered. A large cupped her ass, sending light ripples across her clad flesh. His cock slipped out of her uniform and he began tapping her thigh with it, producing wet thwacks. The younger one behind her prodded her firm ass with his engorged tip. The eldest released her breasts which provoked a reactive sigh to escape her lips, and instead directed his member like a paint brush, spreading pre cum all over her abdominal area in wide strokes.
“On your knees, sailor bitch,” he said. His thick hand applied a great pressure to her shoulder, causing her to take a knee.
Haruka grit her teeth. The cave floor was jagged and uneven against her flesh. “Should I strip?” Contractual obligations were a bitch.
The demons around her whispered amongst themselves while Haruka stared up at them. Her transformation wand had been confiscated at the cave entrance to make her more... amenable. She could only wait until they decided to stop messing around. She settled in on both her knees and sat back. They were deep within a cave system presumably acting as a hideout for youma. There were torches arranged in a large circle around them on the damp ground and beyond that, darkness in every direction. She shivered lightly, the ominous grey of the environment tickling the accumulating sweat that was making her uniform cling of her form and make up break up in beads.
The talkative youma said, “You want to dance for us?”
“I don’t need to dance. You are all already...hard.” She grimaced. She shifted her legs in an attempt to relieve her shins.
“Keep your uniform on. You girls deserve to be taught some manners when you are feeling the most high and mighty.” He grasped his cock and flung droplets of pre cum at her face.
“Are we finished with the whole song and dance now? You are not paying me enough to dick around all day.” She raised a gloved hand to wipe away the semen, only succeeding in spreading it in.
“I told you we should have brought some weed to mellow her the fuck out,” the youngest said.
“Next time.” The talkative youma cocked an eyebrow at Haruka’s reaction. “You are not exactly in a position to argue, Uranus.”
“I have been approached by enough clients after booking you that I can afford to be picky,” she said. Only after did she seem to realize the implications of her statement.
“Bro, shut this dumb bitch up.”
“Gladly.” The youngest stepped forward and slapped her face with his cock. “I hope you’ve tested your gag reflex.” He grabbed her by her feathery hair and prodded against her lips. His fluids smeared over her lips and dribbled down her chin. Despite her disgust, she opened up and let him enter her mouth. He steadily pushed deeper inside and she began to retch. He made quick short strokes at the precipice of her throat. From her mouth, a chain of labored grunts and gurkles splattered against his navel. Bubbly saliva sprayed and overflowed from her lips, drool dripping onto her legs.
“You know, if I was a pussy eating bitch, I wouldn’t brag about all the men who want to fuck me,” the talker said. “To think I was starting to feel a little remorse. How is it, bro?”
“This is definitely her first time. I bet her jaw is already starting to hurt.” He thrust hard. “This will teach you to make,” his cock popped past the barrier into her throat, “better financial decisions.”
A muffled shout failed to escape Haruka’s clogged throat. Her arms flung up and aggressively attempted to push him away. The two observing youma stood up and walked over to them with a magicked cord. Haruka’s hands were seized and pulled behind her back in a single motion. The cord was drawn so tight across her wrists, she could feel the skin start to darken under her gloves.
Her eyes widened and she tried desperately to scream.
“Relax. The sooner you adapt to having your throat stuffed, the sooner we will loosen your bonds. Focus on making your mouth a proper fuckhole,” the talker said.
Haruka’s eyes watered. Her tears mixed with the youma’s seed already on her face. The young youma inside her throat was rapidly fucking her constricting pipe, the motions clearly visible to the other four by the shifting bulge in her neck. The crunch of his wet strokes escaped her mouth as she grew ever closer to unconsciousness.
Just at the edge, he retreated from her mouth and stroked his cock in her face. He repeatedly slapped her forehead with it, a mixture of saliva and seminal fluid pooling under her wet eyes.
She breathed weakly, her eyes distant, “...can...feel...my ‘and…”
The youma frowned. His grip on her hair loosened and he slid between her lips again, taking long strokes from her throat to the entrance of her mouth. He bent over her sweat-soaked back and pulled at her restraints. “Did you guys tie it tight enough? I am pretty sure the Sailor Soldiers would want retribution if one of their own’s hands had to be amputated.”
One of the responsible youma sighed and waved his hand. The cord disappeared and her hands slumped at her sides.
The young youma slowed his fucking. He took one of her hands in his and removed the glove.
Her flesh was still a dark color.
“Move your pinky.”
She shifted and, with much shaking, she complied.
“The other one.”
That hand moved as well.
“I think you will be okay. You will have to make more of an effort to be a team player, though.”
She looked up at him with bloodshot eyes. She then nodded. She bobbed her head on his cock. He put his hands on his hips and smirked down at her. The others were stroking themselves.
“Bro, how about wrapping this up so someone else has a turn?” The talker said.
“Fuck off, she is getting me close.” He began breathing heavily.
She placed her hands on his feet and hollowed her cheeks on his cock, her tongue experimenting with it. Her mouth was a hot, damp vacuum on his cock.
Her lips popped off of it.
“Is this what you want?” Her glare read as seductive underneath the fluids coating her face. She licked along the underside of his shaft and took him inside her mouth again.
“Ah, shit.” He was groaning and bucking his hips. He caressed her hair with both hands and fucked while she sucked. His control of her movements was jerky and loose. She gurgled on his pumping member as her tongue probed for weak points. Her now lively hands climbed his legs and came to rest on his flexing abs.
“Oh, fuck.” He pulled out and vigorously stroked himself while she gazed up at him with a bemused look. A jet of thick cum launched from his cock onto her nose and cheeks. He growled a deep yell as four more spurts covered her eyelashes, hair, forehead and chin. He shivered as he stroked the remaining cum onto her exposed legs.
“Fuck, that was good. You did good, bitch.” He ruffled her hair and walked away, deeper into the cave.
“Get your nut, old man,” the talker said.
The other two grumbled, their hands furiously working their pricks.
“You’re last. You already know that.”
The eldest youma approached Haruka, his thick dick bobbing. He gripped the base and pointed down to her mouth. “Watching you has already gotten me fired up.”
She hesitated, but opened up and he forced his thickness into her gob. It was even bigger than it seem to be, because her lips were spread taut over his flesh and her jaw felt stretched to its limit.
“Lucky for you, I will be doing all the work.” He started thrusting against the quivering entrance of her throat. Her eyes widened again as the mushroomed tip of his prick broke through her gag, down into her throat. In a moment of morbid curiosity, she held up her bare hand to her neck to feel the intruder fucking the breath out of her. Her distended throat reached out almost as far as her chin.
“Uh, yeah, rub it girlie.”
She looked up at him through the gunk of cum and barrier of tears and saw only a vague mass. Instead of checking to see if he was serious, she cupped her hands against her neck and rubbed against his invading form, all while the corners of her vision began to darken.
The old youma exited her oral cavity and pumped his cock before her face.
“I am going to have to get you alone someday,” he groaned. His load shot into her face with such force that some of it bounced off onto her leotard-clad tits. The warmth of the pool caking the mounds caused her to sweat even more profusely, making the uniform stick to her skin. Several more large bursts glazed the previous layers of cum on her face. She reached up to rub her jaw in an effort to soothe the aching. Her clit was a jutting rock against the cloth of her suit and her unstimulated cunt was an unending stream, leaking on to the floor.
“Holy fuck,” the youma who tied her up screamed. He ran over and wrenched out his load onto her breasts and neck before the older one finished ejaculating. “Sorry.”
The old youma rubbed out the last drops of cum on an uncovered part of her face. She fought to resist the urge to wipe some of it off. “I’ll be calling you.” He walked away, scowling at the younger youma.
The other rubbed his sensitive prick on her bare arm. He shivered. “Mmmmm.”
His companion was furiously pumping his cock and, too, rushed over. He pulled the neckline of her leotard open, layers of sweat resistantly giving way to allow his member inside. Her face was pinned against his stomach as his hot cum sprayed across her sweaty flesh. Streams of semen slid under the layer of her clothing down past her breasts and hard abs to her mons, tickling her drooling cunt. Haruka herself shivered at the nasty sensation.
Having relieved himself, the youma stepped back, seemingly unaware of the the cum covering his torso. His companion backhanded him in the chest. “You want to go walking around looking like a used whore?”
“Oh.” He stroked his chin and smiled. He stepped behind Haruka and rubbed his body against her sperm free back, his semi hard member flopping against her sweaty ass. “Works for me, works for you.”
He and his companion laughed and Haruka was left alone with the masturbating leader. He approached her slowly.
“Well, well, and here I was thinking this would be boring. I am going to have to echo the old man. Getting you alone for a day or two would be even better.” He stroked himself in front of her cum stained lips. “As much as I would love to use your tasty fuckhole, I want you to humble yourself and suck my balls.”
The exhausted Sailor Soldier sighed. He grasped his scrotum and one of his large nuts popped between his fingers, straining against the skin. She leaned forward and wrapped her messy lips around the foreign object and tongued it cautiously. The taste was strangely musky and she couldn’t tell if it disgusted her or was tolerable. She probed it with the top of her tongue.
“Uh, yeah,” he grunted. He released his hold on his sack and continued stroking his cock.
She gingerly lapped at the nut, careful not to ingest the numerous pubic hairs he didn’t bother to shave. His groans came loud and staccato as she worked his gonads over through his tightening scrotum.
“Open your mouth.”
He corked her before she could have a chance to spread her lips fully and popped off straight at the back of her throat, causing her to inhale some of it. She pushed him away hard and retched up the fluids on the floor while he continued coating her hair and back. When her airways stopped seizing up, she croaked, “a little more warning before-”
She spat out a little more and his cum spout stopped.
“Can I get a little water, please?” She coughed repeatedly.
He huffed and disappeared. Her eyes watered while she continued to choke on her saliva and his cum. He returned with a large bucket full of liquid that he chucked at her, landing like a wet curtain slapping her in the face.
“Next time, swallow, idiot.” He set the bucket down and walked into the darkness. She was alone, covered in a variety of fluids and trying to use what little water he hadn’t tossed at her to soothe her raw throat.
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