A Kendo Girl's Explorations

Chapter Four:


Molding Flesh and Fallen Hearts


By C. R. Laden



{Lemon, Yuri, Fem Slash, Minor}


Sorry about the long wait, but I held off so I could get a few things settled at work. Had my computer going nuts on me for about two weeks, and then my new video card was giving me hell. I managed to write in my spare time, but wasn't able to write much do to stress. However, hopefully I was able to produce a huge chapter because of this. I'm posting this before the 28th of March, my birthday. This is a gift from me to you guys, and my apology, and promise that I will try not to do this again. The longest I'm going to have you guys wait will be two weeks. I think that's fair enough. Yet, you'll have to give me some slack due to next week being my birthday and all. Also, check above to see a slight change in the catagory this is in. It is no longer just Lemon, Yuri, and Fem Slash! Bewarned before you read on if your offended by this change! I don't put that at the top for nothing!


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"Speech"

'Thought'



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"Oh, Keitaro!"

As he turned to see who was talking to him, he let out a loud, "Eh? Oh, its you old lady..." He was sitting ontop of the Hinata house's roof as he normally does in a stupor.

Haruka slams her fist into the top of Keitaro's head as she walks up to him, "My name's Haruka." Taking the time to flick the ashes from her cigerrette, she continues "Oi, you should speak with Shinobu. I found her crying last night in the court yard. It seems she is deeply troubled, and you are just the perfect person to clear things up for her." She had a good ideal of what the problem was, but she let on to no hints as to what that was for Keitaro's sake. He would have to do this his self.

Still recovering from the blow to the head, his hand begins to carress the spot where her knuckles made contact, "Ah, but aunt Haruka, why are you telling me this?" He stops, thinking for a moment. 'Come to think of it, I haven't seen her around for the last day or two. I wonder what is bothering her?'

"Just do it," she flicks her ciggerrette again, the ashes finding their way to Keitaro's eyes.

Keitaro lets out a scream in surprise and pain as he rubs his eyes franticly, "Ok! Ok! I'll go!!"

After climbing down from the roof and wandering through the halls, Keitaro finds that he is close to the main entrance. As he rounds the corner, he bumps into a rather soft and firm object. "Eh?", his hand squeezes it a couple times before he realizes what it is. "Gah! So sorry Naru!"

Naru didn't say anything, and her face was bright red. She didn't react like she normally would, sending Keitaro into orbit. This caused Keitaro to become confused. Suddenly, the air between the two of them was awkward. As they stared at the other's feet silently, nothing was said. Neither made a move untill Naru turned quickly and left with haste. "Na... Naru wait!", he was too late. Naru was gone and he was left standing there with his hand outstretched in the air. "Naru..." he muttered again. He couldn't help but feel a bit guilty at what happened. Should he have let what took place happen, or should he have stopped it? It was too late to change it, he would just have to patch things up with Naru. Yet, didn't she enjoy it? She didn't have any rejections when it happened. She didn't put up a struggle of any sort, not even a simple no. He sighed, the world feeling as if it had been dropped onto his shoulders all of a sudden. His head spinning around his current situation, he began to head off to the tea house to find Shinobu. One thing at a time, and yet he wished things woudl only happen the same way he dealt with them.

Keitaro found Shinobu in the kitchen, just where she prefered to be. She liked to do the chores for some reason, that none of the other residents could figure out. They didn't make any complants, and they really loved her cooking. Today smelled like it wouldn't be an exception either. Keitaro's nostrals flared at the smell, and his stomach began to crave what he could smell. "Mmmmm... smells good, Shinobu!"

Caught off guard, Shinobu dropped the kitchen knife, "Huh?", turning to see who had startled her. "Se.. Sempai?" She started to flee out of the kitchen, but Keitaro keep her from running with his hand holding her wrist.

"Shinobu, wait a moment. What's bothering you?" He waits for an awnser, letting go of her wrist. "Please tell me, I want to know. It isn't like you to be like this."

Tears form in the corners of Shinobu's eyes, and her lip begins to tremble. She tries to fight away the aurges to tell him, but she finds that she is failing miserablely. Taking a deep breath, and a quick wipe of her eyes with her forearm, begins to talk in a shaky voice, "Wh.. Why? Sempai, why??" She chokes down a sob before she continues, "Why can't you notice me? Why can't you see me as more than just a little sister?"

Keitaro took a step back, unable to think of what he should say. True, he did think of her that way, yet he also thought she was very beautiful in her own way. She might not beable to fill a bikini out like Naru or Mitsune, but she had other things that made her stick out in a unique way. During Keitaro's inability to speak when he needed to, Shinobu fleed out the back of the shop. Keitaro unable to pull himself together enough to give a response, just stood there and watched as she left the room.



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Late the following night, the moon shined brightly through the window, its rays landing on the scene that was now taking place to the ignorance of the majority of the residents of the inn. Soft moans, and a few grunts filled the air lightly, silently as if careful enough not to wake anyone whom they did not want to walk in on the current activities.

With her legs wrapped around Naru's face, keeping her tounge working as she reached her climax, Motoko's free hand tightened its grasp on the futon, leaning more of her weight against Keitaro's legs. Her other arm held her up from the floor by being wraped around Keitaro's waist. Her head was tuned to the right as her lips slid to the base of Keitaro. He was now deep enough inside of her mouth that he was testing her gag reflexes harshly, by an average female's standards. Yet, Motoko was far beyond average, due to her extinsive training to become a swordswoman. Show no signs of a gag reflex, Motoko eagerly pushed her face forward, taking into her mough his full length. Her training helped her in more than just one simple way.

Naru tried to pull Motoko's legs apart, not because she couldn't breath, but because she wanted more room to maneuver her head as she send Motoko over the edge into an endless pit of pleeasure. Naru brought her right hand away from Motoko's knee, after fighting a loosing battle to open her legs wider. Her hand lightly traced its way down her own stomach, paster her nable, through her pubic hairs, and finally stopping with her fingers on either side of her temple of wet flesh. Her middle finger began to rub to theop of herself lightly, causing her breathing to grow heavily against Motoko's skin when she pulled her mouth away long enough to catch a portion of her breath. As her mouth collapsed back around Motoko, she felt her legs squeeze tighter and felt her arching her back. Before she knew it, hot juices flowed into her mouth from Motoko's center of extacy. This excited herself even more, causing her playing with herself to hurry her down the path commonly walked by many females like herself. She broke the seal around Motoko with her mouth as she leaned back and moaned loudly as her fingers began to stroke harder. Her hands kept the pace up until she felt as if she was about to faint from the excitement, she had just jumped from the edge, and fell rapidly on a free fall of an orgasim.

"Motoko.. I'm going to...," Keitaro tried to pull himself from her mouth, but she held him in place with ease. She wanted to know what it felt like, and how it tasted. Before she realized it, a sudden burst of a thich, hot, substance began to cover the back of her throat and slowly began to cover the walls and drain deeper. she found the experience was a thrill ride of exciteent, even if it only lasted for a few seconds. Just as she finished the last few drops, she felt Naru's eager tounge penetrate her again, causing a renewed wave of heat to surge through her body. She laid back onto the gorund, letting go of Keitaro. She let Naru explore a little longer before her hands rested on either side of Naru's face, brinigher her from between her legs to right above her own body. Pulling Naru's face down, and lifter up her own, Motoko embraced her lips with Naru's. Their bodies presed against each other, both moving as they pressed harder together. The touch and feel of the other driving both of them further. Naru broke the embrace and slowly turned around. She lowered her body back onto Motoko, placing her mouth over Motoko's wet crevice. Her tounge resuming its play inside. Motoko returned the favor, savoring every bit of Naru's sweet flesh.

Keitaro stood quietly and left the room, leaving Naru and Motoko in an entagled pile of slithering white flesh. As exhausted as he felt, his heart pounded faster as he watched them. Feeling as if his heart would explode, he closed the door softly behind him. The door made a soft click as it shut back into place. He leaned his head against the door, trying to regain his strenght. His member still standing tall and proud, making it difficult to stand comfortably. After taking a deep breath, het turned to head to the restroom. He gasped and stumbled back a step. Mitsune stoo before him, smiling devilishly.

"So, a little late night fun, I see," her smile widened. "Now you owe me the pleasure of the same fun, and I'll be expecting it real soon!" With that, Mitsune walked away, still smiling from ear to ear.

Keitaro didn't say a word, and just shook it off slightly. He started down the hallway, still thinking of Mitsune. He couldn't tell if she was kidding or not. You could never tell with her, or atleast he could never tell. He reached the bathroom and washed his face off. He stood there, looking blankly into the mirror. This time, instead of Motoko making the advance, he and Naru went to Motoko. He had finally talked with Naru about the first time, and was relived to find she was not pushing him away or avoiding him because of it. She had admitted to have wanted him before, but couldn't bring herself to atempt to do it with him. To thank Motoko, they decided to pay her a late night visit. Another plus to it all, Naru came to realize she was bisexual, which Keitaro was pleased to hear. He always wanted to sleep with just one woman, and now he could sleep with two at the same time! Things were starting to look good for him.

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Two nights passed, Naru and Keitaro found themselves in intamate situations often, and Mitsune joined them for a sesion as she said she would. Motoko, oddly enough, spent the pervious night with Haruka. Shinobu, not Sue, found herself staying with Motoko the night before, yet nothing had happened between the two, they only talked of what was going on around the Inn as of late. Motoko never said what she had been doing, just talked of the happenings of everyone else. And last, but not least, Sue and Sara explored more and more of the inn, now with most of what they thought their could be of tunnels, they figured they had almost mapped the place out. Yet, to their ignorance, they were merely at the tip of the iceberge. In their explorations, they caught Naru and Keitaro in the act many times, and let the whole house know of it, when they did.

Motoko knocked softly on the door to Keitaro's room. "Come in...," came a voice from inside. Motoko slid the door open and stepped inside, however, she did not shut the door.

"Keitaro, don't you think it is about time you made up for your carelessness? It turely hurt."


Dumbstruck by what Motoko had just asked, he began to ask what she was talking about when he caught sight of shinobu outside of the door, watching the two of them. Then it hit him, his shoulders sunk low as a feeling of guilt for forgetting swept over him. He had done something to upset Shinobu far worse than any previous time, but still didn't know what he had done.


END of Chapter IV: Molding Flesh and Fallen Hearts


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