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Tug-of-War	By : thewriterwhocameinfromthecold Category: +G to L > Love Hina Views: 57788 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 6
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Nervous energy practically crackled and sparked around Kitsune as she paced around the hotel room in her stocking feet. “What time is it?”
Naru, lying on a bed of black satin, looked down from the mirrored ceiling, which she had been making faces at, to glance at her watch. “It’s six-thirty. Have a drink from the bar if you’re so worked up. No thanks,” she added when Kitsune offered her a bottle from the mini bar.
Kitsune unscrewed the cap on an airplane bottle of scotch and swallowed half. “He should be here by now, shouldn’t he?”
“It takes a while to get to Hinata and back, especially at this hour.” Naru sat up on the bed. “Why are you so nervous anyway?” Not that she cared that much, Naru was still annoyed at being dragged into this latest attempt to bring Keitaro to heel. If it hadn’t been for the bet she would never have agreed; and, she swore, as soon as this evening was over, they were back to being rivals.
Kitsune gave no reply. How could she explain her fear at times like these? She never liked leaving things to chance, and the whims of a man’s heart or his loins could be the biggest chance of all. So, her usual strategy was to overwhelm a guy’s defences and make sure he had almost no time to say no. The idea that Keitaro would, could say no to her now seemed preposterous, but it was a long trip from Hinata House to the hotel. What if he changed his mind?
She was saved from her ruminations by a knock on the door. Naru pushed herself off the bed as Kitsune teleported to the door and opened it to reveal Keitaro bent over and panting on the other side.
“I would have been here sooner,” he got out between harsh gasps for breath, “but first this tourist needed directions, then this kid lost his mother, and then this old man hurt his leg.” He fell to his knees. “It was a nightmare.”
Kitsune and Naru’s eyes met. In a second, Naru was at his side with a bottle of water. He swallowed the cool drink in three greedy gulps. As he got to his feet, Kitsune suggested that he take a shower, which he accepted, stumbling into the bathroom. As he washed away the days grime under the near scalding shower spray, Keitaro wondered what the girls were doing on the other side of the door. They hadn’t pressed to join him – a good thing as far as he was concerned. The whole situation was overwhelming enough without them springing on him all at once. He stayed in the shower a little longer than necessary in order to gather his wits and keep his lust from overpowering him. Was he being silly? There were guys out there who would have jumped at a chance like this, and he was hiding in the bathroom.
Still, he mulled over the lessons of Amalla. Even if Amalla had been nothing more that a hallucination of his heat oppressed brain, her advice had stuck. What bothered him about the situation? Simple, he was tired of feeling out of control. How did he get it back? Well, he could just walk out of there, but they might not ever forgive him. He could tell them about his promise girl, but it felt hypocritical to invoke her now when he’d already shared both their beds. Besides, his id, which refused to die, wanted this very, very, much, to the point of overwhelming all rational thought. But – he cast a hard glance at the bathroom door as he towelled himself off – if he just surrendered, then Kitsune would probably take this as license to turn back the clock. Being Kitsune’s booty call for all eternity might have appealed to other men; but, damn it, he was a free man! No, Kitsune and Naru needed to be reminded that he was a man and not a dog on a leash. When he’d said he wanted to forget about relationships and focus on studying, he’d meant it. But how could he convince them of that here, in this situation and state of undress? This was what he got for weakening and trying to have his cake and eat it too.
No sooner had this thought occurred then another flashed through his mind: Chapter Ten. Keitaro gave a shudder of longing. Like so many who had spent more time in school than in the real world, Keitaro drew upon reading to solve his problems. As his mind flashed to the tenth chapter of Love/Lust – the book he had stolen from his mother’s private stash when he was fifteen, the book he credited as his sexual awakening – a crazy plan began forming. So crazy that it might actually work. He’d just have to improvise and try and make it work for three people instead of two. Maybe if he…
“Kei!” Kitsune called in a singsong voice. “We’re getting lonely out here!”
“Coming,” he replied.
“Soon you will be!” she called back with a giggle.
Keitaro groaned. She would be a formidable opponent. He put on the last of his clothes and opened the door. Then they were upon him, their arms around him. Naru claimed his lips in a bruising kiss while Kitsune latched onto his neck planting kisses and love bites. The room filled with moans of longing as the two girls almost seemed to draw energy from him as their lips blazed trails all over his face and neck.
“You got dressed,” Kitsune said with a disapproving moue as she reached for the top buttons of his shirt. Naru paused in her kissing long enough to unbutton the bottom half of his shirt until they met in the middle.
Free to move his head once more, Keitaro got his first view of the lace negligees the girls were wearing – black for Naru and crimson for Kitsune. He let out a happy sigh as he reached up to run his hands over the smooth material on their backs, releasing them only when they slid the shirt off his back before they resumed their work. God, if this was what they had in store for him, maybe laying down the line was overrated.
Kitsune’s hand brushing against his crotch was enough to shock him out of his complacency. If he gave in now, they would push their luck with him for as long as he lived at Hinata. But in order to put his plan into action, Naru would have to stop sucking on his tongue…
“I’ve got an idea,” he said over Naru’s groan of disappointment when he pulled away. He’d meant it to sound firm, commanding, but his usual shyness and the situation made his voice come out high and nervous.
“An idea?” Kitsune liked the sound of that. Playing with Keitaro was one thing; getting him to play back, even better. “What’s that?” she asked, joining Naru in looking at him with hot expectant eyes.
Keitaro tried not to wilt under their gaze. This, he thought, is what happens when you carry out a plan half-cocked. “Sit down on the bed?” Again, he’d meant it to sound commanding, but it warbled forth as a question.
Kitsune and Naru looked at each other giggled at the sight of their poor boy trying so hard to punch above his weight class; but they had mercy on him and took a seat on the satin covered mattress behind them.
Keitaro sighed with relief. At least they were listening. But he realised as he turned that he had no idea how to move forward. He sought inspiration on the array of objects on the counter by the bathroom door. Come on, this was a love hotel. There had to be something he could use. Just one scrap, one single solitary…Aha! At the bottom of a drawer, he found a few strips of silk. These would be perfect.
“What are you doing?” Kitsune asked as he turned holding the slips of fabric. She was smiling but her voice held a hint of uncertainty.
“Yeah,” Naru echoed, eying the strips with suspicion.
“Just something I’ve always wanted to try,” Keitaro replied. He looked down at his feet. “We don’t have to if you don’t want to.”
Kitsune and Naru’s eyes held silent conference. Kitsune recalled the almost incident in that hotel room in Nagasaki as she regarded her landlord. Naru, having had a scare or two herself, felt the same. There were some risks that weren’t worth taking with any guy. Even guys who seemed perfectly nice could turn into monsters once they overpowered you. Still, this was Keitaro for heaven’s sake.
“You’re not going to tie us up, are you?” Naru asked, putting her misgivings on the table.
“Tie you up?” Keitaro’s expression was one of honest innocence. “Why would I do that?”
He looked so clueless that Naru and Kitsune, desperate for something to break the tension, burst out laughing. “I’m sorry,” Kitsune said, when Keitaro frowned. “It’s just, well never mind. Show us what you want. Then we’ll decide, okay?”
Naru nodded.
Keitaro smiled and came around the bed until he was sitting behind them. With the utmost gentleness, he brought the first strip of fabric over Kitsune’s head and laid it against her eyes.
Kitsune giggled. “Wow, baby,” she said as he tied the knot behind her head, “I never thought you’d be into this sort of thing.”
“I like surprises too,” he said, kissing her on the shoulder. He turned to Naru. “What about you? If you don’t want to…”
Naru sighed. Damn him for looking so sweet while he asked. Off her nod, he tied the second blindfold around her eyes. She sighed at the feel off the cool silk against her skin and shivered as he placed a kiss on her cheek. The loss of her sight put her on edge. Her skin felt electric as she tried to intuit where he would strike first.
It was her ear. “Do you trust me?” he whispered, his hot breath caressing the shell of her ear.
Naru swallowed and nodded. She felt the mattress shift as Keitaro stood up and came around. She jumped a little when she felt his hands over hers. Seeing this, Keitaro made a note to make sure that he did a better job of letting them know where he was. He lifted her hands, and she stood up, taking slow and careful steps as he led her to the centre of the room.
“Let’s get you out of that,” he said, playing at the straps of her negligee. He cupped her shoulders with his palms as he slid the straps down before letting them and the negligee drop. The cool air of the room kissed Naru’s hardening nipples. She bit her cheek, completely naked and vulnerable in a completely new way. Keitaro felt a similar thrill as he realised that for the first time since meeting these girls, he was completely in charge. Though he suspected the only reason he felt courageous at all was that they couldn’t see him.
Naru gasped and arched into his grasp as he reached up to cup her breasts. “I guess you missed me,” he said before kissing her neck.
Naru moaned an affirmative as she arched her neck for him. He gave her nipples one last pinch before running his hands over the planes of her stomach. He traced teasing little circles around her waist before dipping one hand down to give her clit the lightest brush.
“What’s going on over there?” Kitsune asked as she heard Naru let out her second loud gasp in thirty seconds. This was her evening, and there was no way she was going to be left out.
“I thought you might like some music before we began,” Keitaro replied, astonished at how easy it was becoming to improvise. He leaned over to whisper, “Go on, let her hear you” in Naru’s ear before he ground his palm against her clit and drove his middle finger into her wet pussy.
“That isn’t music,” Kitsune deadpanned over Naru’s keening.
“It is to me,” Keitaro replied, reaching up with his other hand to pinch Naru’s nipple.
I love going first, Naru thought. Her body cheered as the caresses of a familiar lover stoked her to a new height. A certain vindication mixed in with the euphoria as she thought about Kitsune – who had forced her into this – with nothing but her fingers for company. Christ, where had he learned to do that with his hand?
Kitsune reached for the blindfold. “Listen, baby…”
“Remove that blindfold and I’ll leave.”
Kitsune’s hand froze over the black silk. “What?” she asked through her teeth.
Keitaro gulped. If he was going to assert himself, it was now or never; but, he realised as he took in the blind and angry tigress ready to spring, it might be a good idea to lean on her side a bit. He kissed Naru goodbye on the breast and sat down on the bed next to Kitsune. He took the hand poised over her blindfold and kissed it.
“If you keep the blindfold on” – he kissed her neck – “and wait your turn” – his hands splayed over her smooth stomach as he held her in unmistakable possession – “I’ll be good to you.” He cupped both breasts in his hands and flicked her nipples with his thumbs. “So good. Would you like that?”
“Uh huh.” She arched into his hands.
“You’ll wait and keep the blindfold on?” he asked, leaning round to give her nipple a short suck: a down payment on later.
He could feel the tension inside her, could practically see the wheels turning as she weighed his request. She had no intention of simply submitting. He smiled. He’d expected no less. Finally she nodded. She’d play it his way for now. He thanked her by kissing her on the lips, thrilling at her gasp of surprise at the sudden touch. He left her on the bed and returned to Naru who was fidgeting from one leg to the other waiting – Keitaro shuddered – waiting just for him. He hugged her to him, finding her quivering and wet with excitement.
“You like this?” he asked, giving her a quick kiss.
“I love it!” was her fervent whisper.
Keitaro glanced at her shaking legs and decided to direct her down to the floor so she was lying on the carpet. He forced his roaring desire to the back as he took in her blind, helpless form. He wouldn’t just give in to desire, not this time. He knelt down beside her.
“I just have one question, whose idea was this?”
“Kitsune’s.”
So his instinct had been correct. He grinned. “Let’s give her a real show,” he said before taking a nipple between his lips and driving two fingers inside her.
Kitsune jumped at Naru’s moan, her hearing hypersensitive in the dark. She could practically smell her friend’s arousal as Keitaro did…whatever it was. It wasn’t fair, she thought as she reached under her negligee to pinch her aching nipples. This was her idea, and she was being punished for it. Well damned if she was going to just sit around and wait for him to notice her. She rubbed her clit with her free hand as she leaned forward to catch every gasp and moan as they leaked from Naru’s lips. In her mind, she saw Keitaro thrusting hard into Naru as she clung to him; saw Naru clutching Keitaro’s head as that wonderful tongue of his lapped at her clit. Kitsune growled. Only the knowledge that Keitaro would only give her what she wanted if she sat still kept her from charging over and taking it. If he didn’t take care of her (and by her irritated estimation, ‘taking care’ meant no less than three orgasms) she’d crush him like an ant!
As he sucked Naru’s clit, Keitaro watched Kitsune’s animal like snarl as she ground her pussy into her hand. Good, let her feel his frustration. He felt Naru’s pussy spasm around his finger and realised she was almost over the edge. She was turning bright red as she moaned into her fist. Keitaro gave her a few more licks before stopping. It took a moment for Naru to notice the change. Her face contorted in confusion.
Keitaro sidled up to her and whispered, “Intermission.”
That was too much for Naru. “What?”
“Just wait there a minute.” Part of Keitaro felt mean for denying her in this state, but she wasn’t blameless either. Besides, if he left Kitsune alone for too long, she’d probably beat him to death. He stood up and walked over to Kitsune, who had stopped masturbating as she tried to discern anything in the sudden silence. He took her hands, still wet with her arousal, and licked each finger clean. Kitsune gasped and tensed up at the sudden warm wetness.
“You snarl, but really you’re enjoying this, aren’t you?”
Kitsune scoffed. “You going to keep your promise?”
Keitaro put his arm around her, ghosting his fingers over her shoulder. “Maybe if you say please.”
“Say what?” she asked looking ready to kill.
“The words you are looking for,” he parroted her teasing from months past, “are ‘Please make me come so hard I black out’.” When she didn’t say anything, he decided to go for broke. “Well, this has been fun,” he said, starting to stand. “See you back at the house.” He felt Kitsune grope blindly for his arm and turned to look at her.
“Just say it,” Naru called from her spot on the floor.
Kitsune sighed. “Please make me come so hard I black out.”
Seeing how much it was costing her, costing both girls, Keitaro kissed her on the cheek. “Let’s make music for Naru,” he said as he knelt before her and leaned in to lick her pussy from bottom to top. Kitsune wailed as she gripped him by the hair and thrust his head hard against her dripping snatch. Her fingers had already brought her to breathing distance of the brink, so it took only a few seconds before she was shuddering and gasping as her hips thrust up against him, begging for the orgasmic bliss just on the horizon…Except the bastard stopped! Just shy of her first orgasm of the night, he shocked her by pulling out of her grasp.
She could almost hear his smirk when he said, “That’s good for a start.”
“That’s it?” Kitsune wanted to scream, to hit him, to thrust his head back where it belonged. Where the hell had he learned to read her so well? How had he known just when to stop?
On other side of the room, Naru felt like giggling. She had to hand it to her boy, she’d had no idea he had it in him to go this far. But the lust had receded a bit now, and she was pretty sure she’d figured out his game.
She gave a loud moan as she made a show of spreading her legs and fingering herself hard. “Oh, I can’t take it,” she called between pants, playing at desperation. “I need you so badly.”
“What’s that?” she heard him say. She got up and, still thrusting her fingers inside herself, shuffled towards the sound of his voice. She felt the denim of his jeans underneath her hand and ran it up his leg.
“I’m so horny,” she told him, hugging his leg, nuzzling his knee. “I need your big cock to make me come. Please let me come?”
Keitaro look down at Naru as she clung to him, his indifferent façade cracking. His mouth was growing dry and his cock ached as it strained against the confines of his pants. He hissed, almost leaping out of his skin as her blind hand found his crotch and grabbed hold. He almost, almost, gave in until he caught sight of Naru’s badly concealed smirk, but before he could react, Kitsune – now wise to the game herself – wrapped her arms around him from behind and nestled into his back.
“I need it too, baby.” Her hand slide down to join Naru’s in cupping his dick. “Please? Pretty please?”
Damn it, he was losing it. How the hell was he supposed to stand up to that, even if they didn’t mean it? “All right,” he said, placing his hand over theirs. He told Naru to stand up, and once he had helped her to her feet, he guided her onto the bed on her back next to Kitsune.
The two girls lay together in a tense, electric silence, as they strained in the dark to hear or sense Keitaro’s next move. They felt the mattress shift beneath them as he joined them on the bed.
Keitaro looked from one girl to the other and then reached down to cup their cheeks. Both girls started at the caress before leaning into it. Naru let out a pleased hum as she turned to kiss his palm while Kitsune sucked his thumb into her mouth.
“You’re teasing again,” Kitsune said, making no effort to move his hand.
“Yeah,” Naru said, nuzzling deeper. “Get to the good part already.”
“Okay,” Keitaro agreed, reaching for his belt buckle. He looked down at the waiting willing women beneath him. How was he supposed to decide? He still had to live with these women. If he picked one first and the other got upset…Then it came to him. He asked Kitsune to get on her hands and knees. She gave him a confused look (or rather, tried to) but did so.
“What are you doing over there?” Naru asked as Keitaro guided Kitsune until she was kneeling on top of her.
“Playing fair,” Keitaro replied as he guided his cock between both their pussies. With happy cries, Kitsune and Naru both thrust towards him, sandwiching his cock. Pleasurable tremors almost overwhelmed Keitaro as he thrust. Kitsune and Naru wailed, clutching at each other as he fucked them both.
To no one’s surprise, it was Kitsune who got fidgety first. “Come on, stick it in. Punish this naughty pussy!”
Naru took up the chorus, refusing to be outdone. “I can’t stand it,” she warbled, grinding hard against his shaft. “Please fuck me! Make me yours!”
At the words “Make me yours” something inside Keitaro snapped. Naru screamed in delight as he plunged into her, burying himself to the hilt. His thrusts were savage, animalistic as he ravaged the deepest reaches of her sex.
Kitsune’s disappointment at going second lasted only a second before she ground herself down against the top of Keitaro’s cock as he slammed into Naru with everything he had. A moment later, he pulled out of Naru’s dripping snatch and rammed into Kitsune. The fox girl keened at this long awaited joining and gyrated against him as he fucked her hard enough to hear the slap of their flesh. After few thrusts later, he was back to Naru. Over and over again, he would plunge into one only to return to the other. Blind and pinned against one another, the two girls could do nothing but take it as he drove them closer and closer to that sweet oblivion they’d dreamed of for months.
Keitaro felt like he was on fire, like some sort of demon had been unleashed from within. His focus narrowed to include only the wanton beauties beneath them and he fucked them both in turn. He’d never had an opportunity to compare them before, never felt cause; but now as he thrust into each, he savoured Naru’s incredible tightness and the pulsing squeeze Kitsune’s pussy muscles gave him every time he bottomed out as if to claim and keep him deep inside her.
The force of his orgasm felt like blow as he came inside Naru. Pleasure too great to be contained by his groin radiated in violent pulses out through his extremities all the way to his head and toes; and it was only by bracing himself against the bedpost that he kept from falling on top of the girls.
When they felt – or in Kitsune’s case, heard – the signs, both girls ground themselves hard against him, his cock, each other, and anything they could to eke out that last bit of stimulation that could carry them over the edge with him. As she tumbled screaming over it, Naru hugged Kitsune tight almost afraid to lose herself. Kitsune clutched her right back and muffled her keening in Naru’s shoulder.
As Keitaro staggered backwards, his deflating cock sliding out of Naru, Kitsune rolled off of Naru with an exhausted, euphoric sigh. Keitaro leaned against the bedpost to catch his breath while the girls reached up to remove their blindfolds. Their eyes adjusted quickly to the dim light and they looked up to share a dizzy, radiant smile with their lover. For a few brief seconds, all their usual emotional barriers feel away, and they gazed at each other in naked affection; sure in their hearts that something had changed, and that they would not leave this place the same people who had entered it.
Then the moment was shattered as Naru and Kitsune shared a mischievous look, and reached up together to yank Keitaro onto the bed by his arms. He went with a yelp and landed between them. Keitaro had only time to blink before he found himself being smothered by kisses as Naru and Kitsune peppered his cheeks, lips, ears, neck, and anywhere else in immediate range of their lips. Soon, fatigue set in, and the three lovers drifted off to sleep one by one.
Kitsune, as the light began to fade, clutched at her blindfold; already devising a sweet torture to pay him back for all his teasing.
Just you wait, Keitaro Urashima, she thought. Just you wait.
“I can’t believe I let you talk me into this.”
Keitaro stirred in his sleep. Was that Naru’s voice? Had she come to wake him to make sure he didn’t miss the exam?
“Nobody’s forcing you. Admit it. Just the thought gets you hot. I bet if I-”
“Kitsune! Don’t even try it.”
“Fine, spoilsport. Hey, he’s waking up.”
Keitaro opened his sleepy eyes to see Naru and Kitsune standing over him as he lay in his futon. He tried to push himself upright, but he couldn’t move his arms. His eyes snapped to his waist and he saw that his arms were strapped down by black strips that ran underneath his futon.
Kitsune knelt down before him with the look of the cat that had caught the canary. “Good morning, baby. Sleep well?”
“What’s going on?” Keitaro asked looking back and forth between the two girls.
“I don’t know what you mean.” Kitsune examined her finger nails in studied innocence.
Naru rolled her eyes, and flashed Keitaro an apologetic look. “Not my idea,” she mouthed.
This was enough for Keitaro to realise his tenants hadn’t come to his room with the intention of carving him up; and so, determined not to give Kitsune any more pleasure than she was already getting from this bizarre scheme, he stared at her with a level expression.
Kitsune pouted, realising that there was to be no thrashing or babbled pleas. “Have you noticed just what’s around your wrists?”
Keitaro craned his neck to look at the fabric. It was black and softer than he’d expected; a scarf of some kind perhaps? He looked at Kitsune again awaiting what he was sure would be a gleeful explanation.
“Such a bad memory,” she lamented. “Don’t you recognise your own party favours from last week?”
The blindfolds! Keitaro looked at the strips and back at Kitsune. She had kept them.
“The very same,” she replied to the unasked question. She gave him a predatory smile. “Appropriate, don’t you think?”
Not even Naru’s presence was enough to soothe the chill Kitsune’s smile created.
“What are you going to do?” he asked, his mind already concocting horrifying scenarios.
“Teach you a lesson,” she replied. “It’s not nice to tease a girl that way.”
“Says the girl who came twice,” Naru interrupted.
“Shut up!”
Naru shrugged. “Just reporting what you told me.”
Kitsune gave her friend a dirty look. “Point is,” she said, returning to her prey, “You should know by now that foxes are wild animals.” She leaned down until they were nose to nose. “You should never tease a wild animal.”
Her kiss was almost hard enough to draw blood. When she withdrew, Naru was already unzipping her skirt, looking rather eager for a reluctant participant. Kitsune unbuttoned her jeans and kicked them off. Keitaro’s id longed to reach up and trace the planes of her thighs, but the bindings held fast. Making a joke about him being overdressed for the occasion, Kitsune tossed his covers across the room as Naru reached for his pyjama pants. Hogtied and naked from the waist down, Keitaro could do nothing as his captors gazed down at him with hunger. Even Naru seemed to be gaining enthusiasm for the game as she ran an appreciative hand over his leg.
He decided to make one last appeal to her before he lost her altogether. “What about the exam?”
“Oh, we’ve got a few hours yet,” she said, straddling his waist.
And then his head was between Kitsune’s legs. His cock twitched at the smell of her arousal. “How can you think about the exam when you haven’t even had you breakfast yet?” She reached down to grab the back of his head and thrust his face up against her sex. “Dig in,” she commanded as Naru sank down on his cock with a happy moan.
Kitsune sighed as Keitaro – resigned to his fate and made increasingly willing by Naru’s hard thrusts – found her clit without trouble and gave it a sucking kiss. Ah, morning sex, she thought, how I’ve missed you.
“That’s it, baby. Oh, you’ve gotten so good at this.”
Naru, meanwhile swivelled her hips round and round, relishing the feel of his cock hitting a new place every time. She let out a gasp of happy surprise as Keitaro began thrusting his hips up to meet hers.
Then there was a knock on the door. All three froze in terror.
Keitaro gulped air as Kitsune slid back to sit on his chest.
“Who is it?” he called.
“It’s me,” Shinobu called through the door. “I just wanted to make sure that you were up.”
“Oh, thank you that’s-”
He hissed and Kitsune, looking around for the trouble, saw Naru, rising and falling on his cock with aching slowness, her moans muffled by her hand as she rubbed her clit with the other.
“Is everything all right?” Shinobu called.
“Yes, everything is fine,” Keitaro replied, trying to keep his voice level as Kitsune reached down, untied his right hand, and brought it to her drooling snatch. Keitaro gave her a pleading look – if Shinobu discovered them, he’d never live it down – but the fox girl was too far gone for that as she thrust herself against his fingers, biting her cheek to keep from being heard.
“Should I come in?”
For a second, all the air seemed to leave the room as all three froze again.
“No!” Keitaro cried, louder than intended. “I mean, I’m not dressed yet.”
“Oh.” Shinobu’s voice seemed to rise in pitch. “Never mind then. Breakfast will be ready soon. Bye.”
Keitaro blinked. That had worked better than he thought. He looked up to glare at Kitsune fucking his hand while Naru ground herself against him.
“I’ll get you for this,” he promised.
“I’m counting on it,” she whispered back, and moved to retie his hand.
“You know, if you let me up, I’ll make it worth your while,” he told her, trying to emulate the voice she used during a negotiation that was anything but.
“Let you up?” Kitsune sounded scandalised. “Why would I do that when I have you right where I want you?”
Naru howled into her fist and came, falling back against his legs.
“Remember that night in the park?” he asked.
Kitsune blinked. Then she smiled. “You drive a hard bargain.” She turned to Naru who lay in a deeply satisfied heap. “What do you think, should I let him go?”
Through her haze, Naru thought about her boy unfettered. She shuddered and her pussy tightened around his cock as she thought of all she had seen and felt him do with his dick, mouth, and fingers.
We trained him too well, she thought as she gave Kitsune a nod. I think I’m already addicted to this.
As Naru rolled off onto her side, Kitsune bent down until she and Keitaro were face to face, her hand resting on the final rope.
“No more teasing, promise? You’d better take care of me this time.”
“Did you really not enjoy it?” he asked, his expression turning serious.
Her eyebrows shot up at the question, and then she giggled. “I loved every minute of it,” she said, leaning down to kiss him. “You’re the only…” She trailed off, unable to say the truth: he was the only man she had ever or would ever submit to like that. She leaned away. “Fuck me right,” she demanded with false bravado, “or I’ll tie you up and leave you here.”
Her tender smile betrayed her, and Keitaro smiled back. “Yes ma’am.”
She had him free in a second. A second later she was on all fours. As Keitaro flexed his newly freed wrist, she craned her neck to flash him a wanton smile, wiggling her ass.
“Don’t keep me waiting, lover.”
Keitaro came up behind her and brushed his cockhead against her glistening folds. He felt Naru’s eyes on him and turned to see her pinching her nipples as she stared at him unblinking. He gestured for her, and she came and lay next to Kitsune. He ran a loving hand over her sex. Then he guided his cock inside Kitsune and thrust three fingers into Naru.
Kitsune fell onto her elbows, keening into the futon. Naru’s hands shot out to grab Keitaro’s wrist, so frazzled that she wasn’t sure whether she meant to push him away from her hypersensitive sex or push him in deeper. Kitsune thrust back against Keitaro, determined to get him deeper as her pussy clutched tightly against the invader, which was enough to send Keitaro over the edge. He sagged against Kitsune’s back as he came.
The three lay in a heap afterwards, the only sound in the room was their panting breath. It was Naru, ever practical, who first reminded them that it was exam day. She and Kitsune quickly got dressed and snuck back to their rooms. Keitaro opened his window to air the room out and headed up to the top floor to take a bath in his private tub. When he joined the girls downstairs, neither Naru, Kitsune, nor he gave any sign of what had happened as they ate the meal Shinobu had carefully prepared with food guaranteed to stick to their ribs and provide plenty of energy so they wouldn’t crash in the middle of the test.
Keitaro marvelled at the forethought the little chef had put into the meal, and said so. Shinobu rewarded him with a pretty blush and nearly sank under the table in embarrassment.
Later, Motoko, Shinobu and Su gathered at the front door to wish them luck as they left.
Kitsune cracked a smile and waved back as they headed down the path. “Don’t worry. We’ll have a victory party when we get back.”
“Don’t jinx it,” Naru said, punching her in the arm.
They kept a respectable distance until the house was out of sight, and then Kitsune and Naru wrapped their arms around his and clung to him all the way to the station. Keitaro, for all of his increasing bravery in private, turned bright scarlet as passersby gave the trio curious glances. Still, something told him as he looked at Naru and Kitsune’s smiles that he’d have to get used to it.
“This is my stop,” Kitsune said later when they were on the train. Even with all her preparation, Kitsune knew she was no match for the Tokyo U exam. So she had registered with a small college in the city, whose literature program had looked promising. She kissed Keitaro on the cheek. “Don’t start the party without me now,” she called as she hopped onto the platform and gave them a saucy wink.
As the train pulled away, Naru looked over at Keitaro and giggled at his spellbound look. “Not how you pictured your morning going?”
He snorted. “Not how I pictured the last four months going.” His expression sobered. “Listen, Naru, whatever happens, I just want you to know-”
“Save it,” she told him with a smile. “Save it for once we’ve kicked the hell out of this thing.”
He admired her hopeful expression, and wished he could share it. “All right,” he said. “After. Then there’s something I’ve got to tell you.”
He looked so serious that she couldn’t help but giggle. What could be more worrisome than the exam? “After the test, you can tell me anything you want,” she said, ruffling his hair.
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