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Cut the Crap, Tsukune!	By : DrunkenScotsman Category: +M to R > Rosario Vampire Views: 10769 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters of Rosario+Vampire; Ikeda Akihisa does. I make no money for the writing of this story.

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Chapter 4: Ice Cream Man
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The two teens kissed for a little while longer, until their lungs’ demands for oxygen forced them apart. Gasping for air, Tsukune grinned while Mizore smiled softly. Both of their faces glowed.
“I never thought,” Mizore panted, “kissing you… would feel so… so…” Unable to find the words, she trailed off.
“Me too,” Tsukune assured her, caressing her cheek. “What now? I don’t think I’m ready to call it an afternoon just yet.”
Mizore licked her lips. “We could walk around for a bit, until closer to time for dinner,” she suggested. “I could make you something,” she offered, eager to utilize her newfound cooking skills.
Tsukune beamed. “I’d like that.” The young man stood and offered his date a hand up, which she accepted. Mizore hooked her arm around his as they began walking.
They meandered around campus, soaking up the late-afternoon sun and pleasant temperature. Neither broke the silence for the time being, content merely to enjoy one another’s company. Mizore rolled her lollipop, long since returned to her mouth, back and forth as they walked, a plan for the second part of this date coalescing, solidifying with each step.
After only half an hour’s wandering, their already-fatigued legs demanded a change in activity, preferably one that could be done sitting down. Fortunately, the dorms loomed nearby, and the two teens coaxed their aching muscles into crossing the remaining distance to the girls’ residence hall. Mizore led them to her room through a side entrance, avoiding any curious stares or nosy neighbors or loose-lipped gossips.
Unlike when he visited Moka’s room, Tsukune didn’t get much chance to observe his surroundings, because Mizore pounced on him the moment she shut the door. Lollipop again out of her mouth and out of the way, she pulled Tsukune by his tie into a deep, passionate kiss, picking up where they’d left off earlier. The young man immediately responded in kind, one hand cupping her cheek before tracing through her hair, while the other rested on the small of her back.
“I guess… mmm… you’re not… mmph… hungry either,” quipped the snow-woman.
“Not just yet,” answered Tsukune between meetings of the lips. “As much as I like… mmm… kissing you,” he continued, pulling himself reluctantly away, “I was hoping we could talk for a while.”
“About what?” Mizore asked, brow crinkling.
Tsukune scratched his head. What Yukari had told him about snow-woman biology had run through his head all afternoon, but he wasn’t sure how to broach the subject, exactly. “Well… you’re not as cold as I thought you’d be.” When she stared at him strangely with those fathomless eyes of hers, he explained, “I was afraid it might hurt you, because I’m so warm; or maybe my tongue would stick to yours like it was a popsicle right out of the freezer.”
The snow-woman giggled. “I’m glad it didn’t,” she replied. Her lips pursed thoughtfully. “I wondered, myself – most times, a snow-woman’s partner is near-frozen, so it’s not an issue.” She stepped back and glanced at her desk, where her cell-phone sat. “But I promised not to do that anymore, and I’m… I’m sorry for letting my mom pressure me into breaking it.” She looked down at her feet, shamefaced. “I hope you can forgive me.”
“Of course,” the human boy reassured her. “It’s hard to go against your parents, even if you know in your heart they’re wrong.”
Mizore took a deep breath. “Mother… had her reasons,” she began tentatively. “She wants me to be happy, and she wants me not to be alone.” Tsukune nodded, emboldening her to continue.
“Snow-women are really invested in their children, especially their daughters,” she explained, “because there are so few of us. We’re nearly extinct.” Mizore twiddled her fingers nervously. “We can only have children for a short time – until we’re twenty-seven. Mother nearly missed her window. For all these reasons, she’s very concerned that I don’t have a boyfriend.”
Tsukune stepped forward to take her hand. “That’s still a whole decade away. You don’t need to start right now.”
Mizore nodded. “I know, but it’s still something I need to think about,” she replied. “I think she’d stay off my back if I at least had a boyfriend.”
The young man licked his lips. “Mizore, I do like you that way,” he confessed, “but I also can’t choose just one girl yet. I haven’t gone out with everyone.”
The young woman smiled. “I remember. That much is progress enough for me to be happy.” Her voice softened as she spoke, until Tsukune could barely hear her. “Could we… just pretend, though, just for today?”
Tsukune swallowed. “Wh-What do you mean?” He felt his face heat up.
Mizore’s face was also painted pink at this point. “I… I want to, um, make you happy,” she answered. “I want… I want to make sure we can, um, do naughty things… safely… if you’re not an icicle.”
She leaned forward to kiss him, a deep kiss punctuated by a nibble of Tsukune’s lower lip. Meanwhile, her hands dropped to his belt and unfastened it. The young man emitted a soft noise of delight when her hands brushed a bulge in his pats, which brought a smile to Mizore’s face.
Tsukune surprised the young woman by reinitiating the kiss. Further, his hands alighted on her breasts, drawing a gasp from her. Mizore tossed her lollipop into the nearby wastebasket and toed off her shoes to kick them aside. Her hands cupped Tsukune more fully in response.
Still kissing, the teens grew more passionate in their touching. Pleasure lit their nerves and fueled further touching. Her sweatshirt and his tie and belt soon littered the floor.
Mizore’s kisses took on a hungry quality. Neither button nor zipper of Tsukune’s uniform slacks posed much difficulty to unfasten. His boxers, on the other hand, required some wrangling before they and the slacks could fall to his ankles. Breaking off from kissing, the snow-woman looked down to take in the sight of the part of Tsukune she’d fantasized about every day since she’d met the human boy.
“Oh, shit,” she whispered. “It’s bigger than I imagined.” Licking her lips, she knelt down.
“Uh, Mizore?” began Tsukune, though he didn’t get the chance to finish his question.
The snow-woman shushed him. “Don’t… I might chicken out.” She swallowed and wrapped her hand around him. “Let me know if I’m too cold, okay?”
“Okay,” he agreed, enjoying the feel of her soft hand. “Same, if I’m too warm.”
Slowly, hesitantly, Mizore leaned forward. She opened her mouth and closed her eyes. She stuck out her tongue. Just think of it like a popsicle, she told herself.
Tsukune groaned at the sensation of Mizore’s cool tongue exploring his length. Not knowing quite what to do with his hands, he rested them atop her head, lightly so she wouldn’t think he was trying to force her. I’m not sure what possessed her to try this, he thought, but I’m glad she is.
The snow-woman’s tongue lapped at the tip. She circled the head like it was an ice-cream cone. She licked up the length like it was a popsicle. All the while, Mizore listened to the noises Tsukune made as she tried different things, both to figure out what he liked best and to enjoy pleasing him for its own sake.
With a deep breath to brace herself, Mizore took Tsukune partway into her mouth. Finding it surprisingly easy – easier than she’d anticipated, in fact – she began moving her head back and forth at a glacial pace. The taste isn’t bad, she mused, just musky and a little salty.
Tsukune groaned at the sight and feeling of his date’s mouth equally. He tangled his fingers in her hair. He fought the urge to move his hips, not wanting to overwhelm her at this point. He tried not to flinch at the sudden sharp pinching sensation, which he thought might have been her teeth dragging across one of the more sensitive areas. He did, however, hiss through his teeth in pain.
The snow-woman pulled back and looked up at her date, a doleful expression on her face. “Tsukune, I’m so sorry,” she murmured. “Did I hurt you? I never meant to hurt you doing this,” she fretted.
“It’s okay,” he soothed, eyes opening slowly. One hand dropped to stroke her cheek tenderly. “I think your teeth just caught a tender spot,” he explained. “Other than that, it felt… great.”
Mizore flushed to a deep pink. “I’m enjoying it too,” she responded in a soft voice. She could feel her dampened panties now that she wasn’t focused on Tsukune in her mouth.
Her eyes twinkled as she looked up at him. “I don’t want this tanktop ruined, so… just in case…” She peeled off the black garment and leaned back a bit so Tsukune could look his fill.
The first thing the young man noticed, of course, was the even tone of Mizore’s fair skin. The second and third things he noticed, of course, were the snow-woman’s modest breasts, now the smallest of the girls’. They look like two scoops of vanilla ice cream, he marveled, with a cherry atop each one. He tried not to stare too intently at the smallish red-purple points crowning each breast.
“You… you weren’t wearing a bra this whole time?” he stammered.
Mizore’s smile took on a mischievous quality. “I don’t wear one most days,” she replied. “They’re uncomfortable.”
Before Tsukune could say anything else, Mizore leaned back in to engulf his member in her mouth once more. The young man groaned, his hands returning to the top of her head. He stroked her cheek tenderly before tangling his fingers in her hair once more. His eyes rolled back as pleasant sensations overwhelmed his consciousness.
While the young man wasn’t watching, too overcome with pleasure to pay attention, Mizore unfastened and removed her uniform skirt. She tossed the unsightly garment aside and slipped a hand into her panties. Holy shit, she realized, I’m completely soaked. Tsukune could slide this dick inside so easily if he wanted…
For now, though I’ll focus on sucking him, she resolved. I’m such a dirty girl for getting so horny just from this…
Mizore’s fingers teased and probed her most sensitive areas with an ease borne of great practice and familiarity. Soon her fingers were coated in her own slickness, and she thought the sounds of her rubbing herself might be audible to Tsukune. She found herself not particularly caring, instead savoring the taste and feel of him in her mouth as she worked his length back and forth. From the way he quivered all over, she knew he had to be close.
Yes, Tsukune, she urged. Cum into my mouth. I wanna taste it so fucking much. Aloud, her moans were, of course, muffled and unintelligible.
A groan from Tsukune served as a mere split-second’s warning for her. Tsukune’s member suddenly jerked and twitched in Mizore’s mouth, as though it were a living thing trying to avoid being devoured by a predator. Warm, salty fluid filled her mouth spurt by spurt. Violent at first, their force tapered off in short order.
Before she could feel too proud for having handled the initial rush, though, Mizore felt the liquid trickling down her throat. She’d had just enough warning to hold her breath, but now she needed air. Dammit, I need to swallow, she realized as the pressure to inhale grew more and more insistent. Her throat and chest tightened, however, thwarting her plan.
Oh, shit, she though in a panic. I’m going to choke and die because of sucking the dick of the boy I love. At least I got to do this much, she resigned herself.
Before her dire prediction could come to pass, though, her chest tightened further and forced a cough. The snow-woman pulled her head away from her date’s member, sputtering. Tsukune’s seed dripped out of her mouth and dribbled from her chin.
“Mizore, are you alright?” Tsukune asked. Though she still couldn’t respond verbally, the evident concern in his voice filled the young woman with warmth and brought a smile to her face. The young man knelt beside her and patted her back to help clear her throat.
“I’m really sorry. I meant to warn you,” he explained, “but it happened suddenly. It surprised me.”
Mizore shook her head and wiped at her chin – to no avail, as it turned out, since that only served to smear the liquid onto her hand as well as spreading it all over her face. A shy smile graced her lips when their eyes met. “It’s okay, Tsukune,” she finally managed, her voice a bit hoarse from coughing. “I’m glad I could please you,” she admitted, cheeks blooming as pink as cherry trees in spring.
“Thank you for… for doing that.” He smiled back earnestly, unsure what to say next.
“I need to clean myself off. While I do that, please,” she urged, pausing for emphasis, “make yourself at home here. Sit on my bed, if you like.”
Both teens stood. While Tsukune gathered up his trousers, Mizore walked to her desk where the tissue box sat. The young man, finding the mattress comfortable, viewed his date in profile as she wiped her face and chest.
Her hair hung messily around her face and nearly blended in with the twilight sky, visible behind her through the window. Her pale skin, set off by her signature thigh-high striped socks and matchingly-striped panties, glowed in the last of the afternoon sun streaming through the windows. Clad in those panties, her rump pulled the fabric taut and left little to the imagination regarding its firmness. Her modest breasts, crowned with cherry-red points even more noticeable in profile, bounced slightly with every move.
She’s gorgeous, he marveled. I must be the luckiest guy on the planet, to have not one, but four total knockouts who all want me. The young man sighed. I don’t deserve such fortune, or their affections.
Tsukune’s thoughts scattered when he saw Mizore face him and tug her panties down her legs. His eyes widened upon seeing her wearing only her socks. Her hair down there… it’s purple too, he observed, and it’s… shaped a little like… an icicle.
“Like what you see, Tsukune?” asked Mizore with her small smile. He could only nod in response. “Good. Let’s make a baby.”
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A/N: This week's update arrives a little early due to Halloween travel plans. You're welcome. :D
I don't much enjoy writing blowjobs (or receiving them, for that matter); I wrote this one because it felt thematically appropriate for Mizore and to challenge myself a bit as a writer. Still, it's a tough writing task to essentially gag one of the two characters present in a scene and render her unable to deliver dialogue. At that point, narration and internal monologue take over, but that's not really how I like to write.
I said all that to say this: More than usual, gentle readers, I could really use some constructive critical feedback on this chapter/scene. I look forward to reading your replies. (Ratings are still useful-ish too, but replies give me meaningful words to go by.)
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